I like to leave the office for an hour at lunch. It gets me away from the emails and the phone. As well it gives me a chance to stretch my legs and get a bit of fresh air. I also like to eye up the talent in the town centre. I'm a married man and have worked for the same company since I left school. 18 years if I'm counting. I enjoy it and enjoy the people I work with. Over the years there have been women at work who I have become good friends with, some I have flirted with but I have never fucked any of them. I suppose being married is one of the reasons. The other is not wanting to complicate things with the staff as many of them report to me.
There was one girl about 11 years ago who I think I might have got to fuck if I had been a little more determined and if she hadn't got herself pregnant by her husband and left to have the baby. She never did come back after that. Her name was Ruth and she was just my type. Slim, about 5' 6" with long dark hair. She could always do something with her hair and she always looked good. She and I were attracted to one another but I knew she was married and I sort of limited my behaviour to flirting. We did have lunch once and she even asked me if I would be prepared to "try a fling" and I just gave a vague answer about not wanting to complicate things for her or me but also not being completely against the idea. It was a crap answer and I should have made a move for her right there. In a way, I think her being married stopped me.
Over the years I have re-lived that conversation in my head many times and wished I had told her how much I fancied her and wanted to fuck her. I also really like her and felt she was someone I could have quite easily fallen for. I sort of decided that I would never waste a chance with her again if I ever got one.
Fast forward to last month and I'm walking through the doors of the shopping centre in the town centre when who should I bump into but Ruth. We did a double take and then smiled at each other.
"Hi Ruth," I said.
"Hi," she smiled. We were both thinking more than talking and both checking each other out.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm really well. Its my first day of freedom."
"What?" I asked wondering if she meant divorce.
"Ben just started secondary school today so I'm in town to do a bit of shopping and find a job. Just off to the agency now to sign on their books."
"Ben must be 11." I said sounding surprised. "It can't be that long can it since you left."
"It is. You haven't changed a bit." She said in a friendly voice. I wondered if she was flirting a little.
"So where are you living now?" I asked.
"We got a new place about 3 years ago just outside town in Three Acres." She then went on to tell me about how she and her husband were still together. He was still working every hour god sends and that they had tried but not had any more kids. After about 5 minutes we were running out of things to say but in that five minutes I was really starting to fancy her again. All the feelings started coming back and I was sort of not concentrating on what she was saying as all I could do was think about how good she looked. The long hair was still there, the smile was still there and there was still an edge to her.
"Well," she said. "I better let you go if you are on your lunch. It was nice to see you."
"I'm not in any rush," I said. "Its really nice to see you again Ruth." I spoke slowly as if I was leading somewhere but held my tongue waiting for what she was going to say.
She stared back at me. "Don't you have to get back to work?"
