The first time I saw Kate, we were standing in front of the downtown office building where I had been working for the past five years. Her confident smile immediately caught my attention as she motioned for me to enter the revolving door.
I remember wishing she had gone first. I would have enjoyed checking out her cute figure a bit more. She looked to be just a few inches taller than my 5-3, with a trim, athletic build and pert breasts.
"What am I doing ogling another woman?" I said to myself as I rode up to my office on the tenth floor. I noticed that Kate got onto the express elevator that didn't even stop until 19.
"Snap out of it, Sarah," I thought as I walked into Ackerman & Williams, prepared for another day as creative director at the second-largest advertising firm in the city.
I spotted her several more times that week. A couple of times arriving for work and once in the coffee shop just off the first floor lobby. And each time I probably looked at her a little too long. There was just something about her.
I was a happily married woman and—as far as I knew—straight. I hadn't touched another female sexually since I was a young teen playing around at those notorious sleepovers. Oh, I had some nice orgasms then as I humped the leg of my best friend, Karen. But we both moved on to boys by middle school and I chalked it up as a rite of passage.
Karen had been out of my life completely for years, and I scarcely thought about those days. Except for the times when David, my husband of ten years, was out of town or we hit a dry spell and I would resort to self-pleasure
Then thoughts of Karen would flicker through my mind as I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first to my full round breasts... then my flat belly... and finally down to the curve of my mound, where I would stroke my hungry clit through the coarse hair that I kept trimmed in a neat triangle.
Oh, yes. Then I would think of Karen! How her thigh felt as she snuggled it against my pussy. How her hair smelled of fruity shampoo. How her warm breath felt on my neck.
But these times were few, as David and I had a rather active sex life, which left little need to find pleasure by myself. So my growing preoccupation with this new woman, who had captured my attention so unexpectedly, was a real puzzle.
We first spoke standing in line at the coffee shop a few weeks later. "Seems as if we've been running on the same schedule lately," came the voice from behind. I knew who it was instinctively, and when I turned around, two large blue eyes were smiling back at me.
I'm not quite sure why, but I felt my cheeks redden. I wondered if she had noticed me looking at her those times over the past few weeks. She had.
"I've seen you watching me," she said without making it sound like an accusation. "Do I remind you of someone?"
For some reason, the name Karen leapt to mind, though they really didn't look alike. Strange.
"Oh, no... I'm sorry," I managed, as I stalled for time trying to think of some way to explain why I had, indeed, been watching her. But she took me off the hook by extending her hand and smiling.
"I'm Kate. I work in IT with Pyramid Corporation up on twenty-five."
"Sarah," I answered, relieved that she was willing to move on. "I'm with Ackerman & Williams... advertising... tenth floor."
"Do you have time to take a little break?" she said, motioning to an empty table that looked out onto the street through a large window.
"Sure, that would be nice" I said, still a little worried that she might ask me again who she reminded me of.
But the conversation actually was really easy. Kate and I had a lot in common. We were both in our mid-thirties, married career women with no children. And as it turned out, we both had a wicked sense of humor.
From that first day, we spent a lot of time laughing. About our work. About movies. And especially about our husbands. It was amazing how some of David's annoying little habits that drove me crazy turned out to be pretty funny by the time Kate finished dissecting and analyzing them. She spent an equal amount of time poking fun at her husband Ted, who also worked in IT for another company that was only a few blocks away from our building.
By the time we'd met for coffee the third time, I felt as if I'd known Kate all my life. By then our conversations had turned to some serious things... hopes, dreams, loss... topics that went much deeper than casual friendship. I'd never gotten so close to anyone in such a short time. Actually, I'd never gotten so close to anyone, period.
Of course, the conversations eventually got around to sex. We talked in general about our sex lives in our marriages first. Nothing too detailed, but enough that I could tell Kate wanted more. It turned out that she had been fairly adventurous before she and Ted got together, and I had the sense Kate sometimes thought wistfully of that freedom.
When we talked about our pasts, I didn't have much to tell compared to Kate. David and I had been together for quite awhile before we finally were married. So I missed out on the usual sexual smorgasbord that many people enjoy in college.
It wouldn't have surprised me to learn that Kate had "strayed" a few times during her marriage, but we never went quite that deep. We never went nearly deep enough to get to the secret I was keeping, either. It would stay safely buried, as far as I was concerned.
One thing that we did differ on was where we had chosen to live. Kate and Ted lived in a loft in one of the up and coming areas just north of downtown, while David and I had chosen the suburbs. Of course, that meant over an hour's commute for me each day. But it also meant we had a spacious house on a quiet street with a swimming pool.
And it was the pool that I tempted Kate with when I invited her and Ted to drive out on Saturday. "Sure, you and I can sun ourselves by the pool all day and be decadent," I kidded, "and the guys can play golf. You told me Ted likes to golf, and we might as well get some use out of that expensive damned membership David pays for every month."
"Are you sure it'll be okay with David," she asked. "He and Ted don't even know each other."
"I promise. David will use any excuse to slip off and play golf. Besides they'll like each other just like you and I do. They'll spend the whole day talking about us."
"All right," Kate laughed, "It's a date."
Kate and Ted arrived as scheduled at 10 a.m. on Saturday. Ted looked cute as he struggled to get his clubs out of the small trunk of their black BMW. He was not quite as tall as David, who stood 6-0, but he had a nice fit look to him to go along with longish brown hair and brown eyes. His glasses made him look a little bookish, even on the way to the golf course.
I had already met Ted when I was having lunch downtown one day with Kate, and he seemed really nice, if quiet. I thought he was kind of cute, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was some kind of hidden fire inside beneath his rather bland exterior. He waved to me quickly, then went back to trying to extricate his clubs from the car.
David started walking down toward the car and met Kate halfway up the drive. They stopped for a minute to introduce themselves. The two of them were smiling and laughing, as David wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. I could just hear him telling Kate how much I'd talked about her lately, because I certainly had. It was strange how she was in my thoughts so much of the time.
In just a few moments he had kissed her on the cheek and headed over to help Ted, while Kate joined me on the porch.
David and Ted shook hands, and it wasn't a minute before the two of them had hoisted the stubborn clubs from the car. David slapped Ted on the back and the two started talking animatedly. Kate and I stood on the front porch and watched them talk and gesture, and it was clear that they were going to be just fine.
"David seems really nice," Kate told me, "and he's really cute. He's got big hands, too," she winked, as she poked me lightly in the ribs with her elbow to make sure I caught her drift.
I did. And I looked at David a little more closely than usual, pausing to admire his trim, athletic build. He looked like he still might be able to run competitively, as he did in college, even though he was just barely on the right side of 40 now. And his dark hair and eyes accented a face that was, well... cute. Damn cute.
And he did have big "hands." Eight inches, to be exact.
David raised his arm and pointed at his watch, indicating they were short on time. And the two guys gave a wave as they threw Ted's clubs into the back of our silver SUV and headed for the course.
"Come on in and we'll get ready for our day of decadence," I laughed, as I opened the door for Kate. This time she went first. And I did admire her cute little ass. "The spare bedroom is off to the left. You can change in there."
I was already wearing my favorite bikini, a French cut model that left little to the imagination. It was a bright yellow and the bottoms rode high in the back and low in the front, providing a nice view one of my best assets. The top was pretty revealing, as well. My areolas were barely covered, but little else. I loved the color especially, because I thought it looked so good with my dark brown hair and eyes.
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