My name is Dan. I'm twenty five, married and own a business. Its nature is unimportant to the story. I mention it only because I have enough capable employees to enable me to be away whenever I like, for as long as I like -- within reason, of course.
When asked to serve on the board of a local civic organization, I agreed, replacing a member whose company had transferred him to another city.
At the first meeting I attended, one of the members I met is a very lovely lady named Lucille, whom I guess, since I've never asked, is about twice my age.
A month later, following the next mid-morning meeting of the board, some of us stood outside talking before going to our cars. Lucille was in a foursome heading the same direction in which all of us had parked. When the others reached their cars, the two of us continued talking on the way to ours.
"Do people ever call you Lucy?" I asked.
"Seldom. Especially after they learn that I hate the nickname. I prefer Cille. As in Christmas or in 'arf, arf'," she grinned and, stiff-armed, clapped her hands waist-high to mimic a sea lion.
"Are you in a rush to get somewhere, Cille, or would you allow me to buy you a fish?"
She grinned again. "I planned to eat at home, but it's nearly lunch time, so, sure, you can buy me a fish. In a sandwich."
We drove our own cars and met at a nearby restaurant.
"How about a drink before lunch?" I asked.
"I'm not much of a drinker, but why not? I'd like a glass of white wine."
She slipped out of her jacket, then lowered her eyes when she noticed that I was admiring her breasts.
"You're embarrassing me, Dan," she said. Her nipples became apparent as we both were aware of our sensual arousal.
"I apologize. However, to phrase it delicately, I think you are very nicely endowed."
"Don't say such things. I'm an old married woman and you make me feel funny inside."
"Well, looking at you and thinking what I'm thinking is also making me feel funny inside."
She reached for her jacket, which was draped over the back of her chair.
"I think I'd better go," she said.
"Have you ever had an affair?" I asked.
Shocked at my question, she paused, then replied, "It's none of your business, but heavens no!"
"Would you like to have an affair with me?"
"What?" she snapped incredulously.
" Will you have an affair with me?"
"I ought to slap your face."
"I agree. But you haven't answered my question. Before you slap my face, tell me, have you ever thought of having an affair?"
"Of course not."
"Never?"
"I suppose I've thought about it once or twice."
"Recently?"
"Oh for crying out loud. Yes, fairly recently."
"Look, Lucille, you're home alone from the time your husband and daughter leave in the morning until your daughter gets home from school late in the afternoon. I can get away from my business almost anytime I want. So, we easily could enjoy each other? Think about it. Call me at work if you're interested. Or let me know at the next board meeting."
"Don't hold your breath waiting for my call. And now I'll have to resign from the board."
She flounced out of the restaurant, leaving me feeling stupid and terribly disappointed. Her ass is as nice as her tits, I thought as I watched her depart.
