Chapter 1

The company I work for had decided to send me out to spend some time with a customer of ours in a northern town. I drove up on a dark and damp Sunday night and checked into a hotel just outside the town. I got there late and after a nightcap in the bar, I was in my bed and was out for the count before ten o’clock.

I woke early the next morning to find that the breakfast offering was not that good; there was no hot food on offer just a continental selection, so I skipped it, I am more of a full English type of person. So, I drove over to the customer’s offices hoping to find something to eat near to their offices.

The morning sun was shining as I left the car in the car park and headed into the huge old mill that had, at some time in the past been converted into office units. I was an hour early for my first meeting so headed to a small café that was situated on the ground floor of the office block hoping to find decent full English. I stood in the queue surveying the display of cakes and sandwiches on display while the woman behind the counter took the orders.

There was a menu on the wall and luckily for me they did several different full breakfasts

I placed my order for the full Monty and took a seat. There was a lot of passing traffic but only a few tables were been used. I sat in a quiet corner and checked my email and messages on my phone. I never noticed her when she sat on the table next to me but when she asked if I could pass her the pepper, I took notice. Well, the first thing I noticed was her eyes, they were bright blue, so blue they had to be lenses.’ Captivatingly blue, they drew me in, and I could not stop looking at them.

She was a few years older than I was and very petite. She was dressed in a summer dress and looked sexy in that school librarian way. I could not stop looking at her eyes. She had a bowl of fruit and a cup of tea and as she was eating, I became entranced. She was the sexiest woman I had clapped eyes on in a long time. She was one of those women that seemed to be as sexy as hell without even realising it. She oozed sex, she oozed class, and she oozed style.

My coffee and food were delivered at the same time as she stood up and reached over to another table for a newspaper, her sexy little ass looked amazing as the summer dress stretched over it, I was sure I could see the outline of a thong through the dress. As I ate, I kept stealing glances at her.

She left just as I finished my food and I watched as she walked out of the room. My eyes took in every step as she left; she had the kind of ass you just want to bury your face in! She had a confident little swagger as if she knew that all the guys in the room were watching her butt.

My meetings that day went well and by five o’clock, I was driving back to my hotel for an evening meal and a quiet night in my room. The following morning, I drove back to the customer’s office and was sitting in the café with a pot of tea a full hour before I had to start work. She walked in five minutes after I had sat down and after ordering her breakfast, she sat at the table next to me. Again, her blue eyes captivated me; and as she sat there the smell of her perfume filled my nose.

She was dressed to kill in skirt and blouse, the sun was coming in from the window behind her, and at times it made the blouse transparent and I could see a lacy bra, she looked like had a good hand full of boobs for such a petite woman.

I drank my tea and tried not to be obvious as I took in her beauty. I noticed that she had a wedding ring on, damn I thought, why are all the good ones already taken?

I kept trying not to look but it was hard, no pun intended, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I sat nursing my cup of tea for half an hour before heading off to work. That lunchtime I headed down to the café and low and behold, she was sitting at one of the tables with a bowl of salad reading a book. I ordered and sat on the table next to her. As I pulled the chair out, she smiled at me.

“Hello there, “she said with a smile, “You are becoming quite a regular I see”

“Hi “I stuttered, “Yes the food is better than at my hotel”

“aah so you are just visiting?” she replied with a smile, setting her book down.

“Yes, I have been seconded for two weeks to Olsson and brown,” I said, enjoying the time I had to look into those baby blues.

“Really, then you must be Zak?” She said with a giggle.

“Yes but...” I started to say, confused about how she could know my name.

“Oh, I am the Sales directors PA, I believe we have meetings with you next week,” she said with a sexy smile.

The server brought my food over and as she did, so the sexy woman with the blue eyes stood up.

“I’m Cheryl by the way,” she said with a smile, “maybe I will see you later”

And with that, she was gone.

The following morning, she came into the café after I had sat down, she went to the counter to place her order and then she walked toward me.

“Hi Zak, may I join you?” she said and before I had answered she pulled out a chair and sat down.

As we drank our tea we chatted about the weather, she asked about my job and I asked about hers. Just normal everyday chitchat. I could not stop looking into those amazing blue eyes, but as we chatted, I noticed she had exceedingly small hands with brightly painted nails and she was again wearing very alluring perfume. However, there was still the wedding ring to stop me from moving in on her.

Every day until the weekend, we had breakfast and lunch together; and chatted about life the news and general old crap. She asked about my hotel and I asked about the local nightlife. She asked about my hobbies and family and she told me about hers. She was married with a teenage daughter at university.

Every day I wish I had the courage to ask her if she fancied a drink. However, she was married, and I had no right to just ask her out. I was stopping at the hotel over the weekend as it was a long drive home and there was nothing at home to take me back.

I had a lazy Saturday morning before heading into the town centre for a bit of shopping and a bit of people watching. I visited a couple of clothes shops and a bookshop before finding a table at a café that gave me a great view of the main shopping square. It was an ideal people-watching spot, and people-watching is one of my favourite sports.

I was well into my second pot of tea when I heard my name being called out across the town square it was Cheryl, she was coming toward me and had another woman in tow. Cheryl was dressed in tight faded jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off the swell of her boobs to great effect. Her friend was younger-looking, with a mop of curly hair and a cheeky grin. They both had several shopping bags with them.

“Hello, you!” she said like we were old friends, “may we join you?”

“Sure thing “I replied. She introduced the other woman as her friend Gill. They had been shopping and had stopped, like me, for a cuppa. They both wanted tea so, like the gentleman I am, went to the counter and ordered.

Back at the table the women were giggling to each other and whispering conspiratorially, I placed the tray of drinks down and left the women to play mother and sort out their own drinks.

Gill was very chatty asking all about me, what I did where I was from etc. Cheryl seemed a little laid back or perhaps distracted. After an hour or so, I decided to make a move. I really wanted too just chat with Cheryl, but her mate would not give us chance. To be fair it got a little frustrating, so I decided to make a move.

“Well, I should be heading off,” I said, “things to do, places to see!”

“I will just nip to the ladies and we will leave as well,” Cheryl said.

As she walked off, I stared after her, her bum looked amazing in her tight jeans.

Gill laughed aloud.

“What’s so funny? “I asked.

“Well, you fancy her like mad and she fancies you, but you are too both blind to see it “she laughed.

“But she is married...” I started to say but Gill interrupted me.

“Yes, married to a good for nothing lazy bugger who treats her like a slave and shows no interest in her!” Gill snorted.

“But...” Again, she interrupted me.

“But nothing, ask her out for a drink and see what happens,” she said.

We then sat in silence as Cheryl came out of the toilets, then we all headed off into the town square. Gill nipped into a bank and I stood outside it with Cheryl. My mouth went dry and I was sweating. I knew she would say no but I just blurted it out.

“So, are you doing anything this evening?” then awaited the rebuttal that I was sure was about to come.

“No, nothing planned, what about you?” she replied coyly.

“Oh, I was going to try the Italian place that has just opened,” I said, my voice was so nervous even I could hear it.

“Mandy in accounts told me it’s very good,” she said, her big blue eyes looking directly into mine.

“Would you,” I stuttered, “I mean do you fancy coming?”

There was a huge pregnant pause, my heart stopped beating and the world went silent around me.

“I would love to, yes!” she said and shot me a smile and my heart started to beat again.” But ... I can’t”

“it’s okay I understand,” I said, there was an obvious sadness in my voice.

“N0, no you don’t, “she said,” it’s difficult, look give me your mobile phone”

I passed it over, she tapped in a number and called it, I heard her own phone chirping away in her handbag.

“I will text you later,” she said just as Gill came out of the bank. We said our goodbyes and they walked one way and I the other, confused by what had just happened.

I got back to the hotel just before four o’clock and took a long, cold shower. As I walked back into the bedroom, my phone buzzed telling me I had a message.

Can you talk – chezza I replied – YES – should I call you?

She replied. No, give me five and I will call.

I made a coffee and lay on the bed; it was nearly ten minutes later before she called.

“Hello Zak,” she said, her voice a little high; perhaps she was as nervous as I was.

“Hello Cheryl “I replied not knowing what to say to her really.

“So, look I would love to go for a meal or a drink but it’s a small town and...”

“Look it’s okay really, I understand” I replied trying not to sound disappointed. She was right it was a small town and if she were seen with me the jungle drums would be making plenty of noise.

“Look how about I come to your hotel room, we could have a coffee and chat?” she replied

“Well only if you are sure “I replied this time trying not to sound too excited.

“What number is the room?” she asked.

“Its room 221, it’s on the second floor,” I said

“Okay I will see you in an hour?” she giggled, and the phone line went dead.

I got dressed and went to the reception and got a good supply of coffee, tea, and milk. Then I headed back up to my room, I tidied up and sat on the bed reading. I kept looking at the clock. It seemed to be running at half speed. It was a full hour and a half before the door knocked.

She looked amazing. She was dressed in another summer dress. Her hair was up, and she was carrying a small purse. She looked as sexy as fuck; there was a little hint of cleavage but tastefully on show not in a slutty way. She had little makeup on, though to be fair she did not need it, but she did have dark red lipstick on. Her lips looked so kissable.

“I am so sorry I am late,” she said and kissed me on the cheek, her perfume filled my nose and my cock jerked in my boxers.

She sat on the little sofa and I sat on the edge of the bed.

The silence in the room was deafening. I smiled at her she smiled at me; the silence went on. It lasted for well over five minutes before she shattered it.

“So, Zak, I think we both know why we are here,” she said nervously.

“Okay...” I started to say but she interrupted me.

“Look I have needs and I think you could sort me out,” she said, her eyes boring into mine.

“But you’re a married woman,” I said trying to do the right thing,

“Yes, married to a husband that that has not shown me any affection in over ten years!” she said her voice a little sad.