Bank internal auditor Connor Cooper (43) sat in Beaumont's Café waiting impatiently for his boss's attractive PA with a great ass to join him for early lunch and to hopefully plan their first assignation.
Their mild flirtation had suddenly escalated on a phone conversation with Connor catching Julia Rogers by surprise and she confessed to thinking of him when masturbating.
To Connor that suggested they were ready to take the next step.
But where was she?
The minutes ticked by and he avoided the temptation to keep looking at his watch. He imagined the few people in the café were looking at him sympathetically thinking his wife had stood him up.
Suddenly Julia was beside him smelling lovely and looking gorgeous in a pink sundress with a low front that displayed the top rounds of her breasts and her hair was in a ponytail.
"You don't look a day over thirty," he said, standing to greet her.
"Oigod Mr Charmer; I turn thirty a bit more than that in four months."
Connor kissed her softly on her full lips and it was she who pulled away.
"You'll make me horny," she said, and attempted to slow her breathing rate.
"I'd accept no responsibility for that," he teased, and pulled out the chair for her.
They both decided red wine and Connor ordered a bottle of popular California pinot noir.
"Hmmm this is a quality drop," Julia said.
"For a quality lady," Connor said softly and watched the blush fan her face.
Their eyes continued to lock as she said in a most unexpected refrain, "Are you after my pussy?"
For a moment the somewhat conservative Connor thought he'd misheard her but then watched as her left eyebrow arched and then noticed the tip of her tongue appear between her lips.
Jeez, she was coming on to him and he said cautiously, "Uh-hah."
"Meaning?"
He squirmed and said, "If it's available."
'When and where would you like to fuck me?"
Connor was close to being out of his depth. He'd expected to initiate a discussion beginning by asking should they take their relationship a little further toward the inevitable. He'd thought Julia would play it cool and not ask what he meant by saying 'the inevitable'.
They'd then pussyfoot around perhaps a little shyly, until now both attempting to hold back on a full and explicit discussion. But on his landmark phone call to her Julia obviously had decided to bring him screaming and kicking into the real word, discussing engaging in adultery as if they were discussion um the weather.
Okay, well perhaps he was up to that.
"As I see it we have three options," he said after a gulp a wine.
"One - we fuck until we drop to get it over with and then continue on our separate ways."
"Two - we organize getting together periodically like two sensible but horny adults whenever one of us wishes to reconnect and conceivable such a cozy relationship could continue for years until one of us decides to end it or alternatively we get caught and hung out to dry."
"Three - we both tidy up loose ends, consult with our attorneys to prepare for possible legal consequences and run away together."
Julia looked somewhat startled.
"What's wrong?"
She said she hadn't thought about it in such detail.
"I probably worked on this while you were masturbating."
She almost choked on her giggle and said she'd merely thought they could go to a motel and rip one off."
"And then what?"
"Return home without smelling of sex."
"Okay that's very basic but workable and of course that allows for return motel visits. I guess that slots into my Number 2 option."
"Yes because I'd like you to have sex with me fairly regularly and I wish to accomplish that without wrecking my marriage as I have a husband and our 14-year-old daughter to consider."
"Yeah and that's why I favor Option Two in my situation,' Connor said, realizing they were discussing adultery with no sense of guilt as if they really were discussing the weather.
A waitress arrived to take their order as the kitchen would open at noon.
"You didn't watch that young waitress's butt as she walked way."
"I was too busy thinking about your butt," Connor said glibly and that earned him a big smile.
"Well what's the plan?" he asked, not overly keen about the possibility of being seen with Julia at a local motel by anyone who knew them. They had to do better than that.
"My father is a boat-builder overlooking Jamieson's Marina; I was Julia Jamieson before my marriage. We could use the company's demonstration cruiser as it's never used at nights for client demonstrations."
"But your dad would have to know about us."
"All he needs to know is when I want to use the cruiser to entertain a guy who should remain anonymous. Two years ago I was told dad was down at Princess Zelda I went aboard and found him in the stateroom with his bare ass bouncing in the air. I knew that it couldn't be mom as she no longer goes boating."
"I poured myself a drink and sat the salon and soon they came out, both nude. I recognized her as the wife of the owner of the boat chandlery business that dad deals with. She didn't turn a hair and asked would I like coffee but I said no thanks and then discussed with dad than mom had come up with the idea of the extended family going on a cruise out of Miami that summer."
As I was leaving dad asked me not to mention he was having a fling with Annette. I said what he did with his dick was no business of mine but he should remember to treat his daughter lovingly whenever she asked for anything. He's done that and my latest request will be to use the Princess Zelda for my own sexual gratification."
"We'll arrive after dark in a small rubber inflatable dinghy and board at the stern away from the bright lights. He'll advise the night security guys about you and me will be on Princess Zelda and have requested privacy."
"Christ that's far better than going to motel for short-term use of a room."
"Indeed and food and drink will be available and full bathroom facilities of course. Say thank you darling."
Connor grinned happily, "Thanks darling and I mean it."
Their shrimp cocktails arrived and Connor said "When?"
"As soon as you wish darling; I can't wait to get at you."
The waitress only just managed to avoid dropping Julia's starter.
* * *
"Wow this is some boat," Connor said as they approached the stern of the Princess Zelda.
"She's sixty-nine feet. Her role is to impress would-be buyers showing what a luxury craft looks like and how she glides through the ocean even though most will settle for a smaller boat because they don't intend spending between $1.5 million and $2.5 million, depending on the range of fit-out costs."
"You appear to know a lot about boats."
"I began working here at weekends from the age of seventeen and that continued during my years at college and then I worked fulltime right up to my marriage."
