A lunch date

Tom had planned his work out so that he could keep that day entirely free so he could be a part of the experience as much as possible. They were both subdued over breakfast and the air was thick with anticipation. The spoke in nervous patches of conversation avoiding the elephant in the room that was the date.

When Sarah disappeared to take a shower Tom followed her into the bathroom but she ushered him out and accused him of buzzing around her. She was right and he honestly had no idea what to do with himself. He sat on the bed and waited patiently for her to come out.

Sarah appeared wrapped in a towel having already moisturised and sat at her makeup table to dry and style her hair. She started her makeup and caught sight of her worried looking husband in the mirror. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yea, I'm fine. It's weirdly intense watching you get ready."

"I can call it off you know if you want me to."

Tom shook his head "I'm fine, really. The nerves are a part of it. I don't know what I'm going to do while you are out."

"Maybe you should have saved some work to do."

"I'd mess it up. Seriously, I'm fine, go on with your makeup."

With some of the tension eased they managed to make small talk while she finished. "How is it?" she asked when done. She had applied more that she would usually wear but it was still a classy daytime look with maybe the exception of her lipstick but she usually wore darker colours on her lips anyway.

"Stunning, absolutely beautiful."

Sarah moved over to him and gave him a cheek to cheek air kiss so as not to mess up her makeup. "You are very sweet, now if you'll excuse me" she looked towards the door.

There was a confused pause "What?"

"I need to get changed" she said matter of factly.

Tom was still confused "So?"

Sarah moved closer to him and leaned down to speak softly in his ear with half a wry smile on her painted lips "I have to get ready for my date, I don't think its proper for you to be ogling my naked body when I'm going out with another man, do you?" She stood up and gestured towards the door again.

Tom was cursing his masturbation materials for giving her this idea. "But I wanted to see what underwear you were going to put on" he whined. They had agreed that, despite the fact that nothing was likely to happen, she should wear some sexy lingerie. Jim may never see it but she would know she was wearing it and it excited Tom to know that she had dressed sexy for him.

"Well I'm not likely to change it before I get home so you will get to see it then. In the meantime, out."

It was with **** he left the bedroom and went to skulk in his office and browse Reddit, **** and a massive erection he refused to acknowledge.

When Sarah appeared she looked stunning. She had gone for a red dress that ended just above the knee and was low enough to show an amount of cleavage that was distracting but not overtly slutty. She had sheer tights on that Tom suspected were in fact stockings and a killer pair of black patent heels. She walked in and held her arms out in a gesture of what do you think.

Tom thought she looked stunning and he told her so. She thanked him and gave him another cheek kiss and a reassuring stroke on the arm. "Could you call me a taxi? I suspect we'll be drinking."

A short while later Tom watched her long smooth legs disappear into the back of a taxi and be driven off out of site. He had a long few hours ahead of him. He checked his phone to make sure the ringer was on full volume and for a moment considered sending her a text. Nothing much just a 'love you' or a 'have fun', maybe a 'see you later' but he decided it was too needy. He felt needy, perhaps as needy as he could ever recall feeling but his male ego made him put the phone back into his pocket. He headed into the house to make a lunch he would fail to eat and watch some TV that he would fail to pay any attention to.

Sarah was early as she went into the cafe that they had agreed to meet at. It seemed nice, looked like it was more of a pub in the evenings but right now it was filled with people eating lunch and apart from a few exceptions who were drinking **** most were drinking coffee. She ordered a coffee and took it to a small table where she could see the door and await her company. Her heart was elevated and she was very self conscious especially in a place where many were casually dressed apart from a few in business wear.

She sipped her coffee for want of something to do. She didn't want to play on her phone as it would distract her attention from the door. She was almost done with it when, a few minuets before the time they had agreed an attractive man of about thirty with an immaculate suit and clean cut dark hair walked in, looked around and caught her eye. Jim smiled and waved at her as he approached. Sarah smiled back and stood to greet him. As he got close he looked her up and down before saying "Wow, just as beautiful as I remembered, maybe even more so, I haven't had as much to drink so I can see you more clearly." As he spoke he put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She returned the gesture and she was impressed at how smooth his skin was and she was quite taken by his cologne. Because Tom worked from home most of the time he often skipped a shave and he only wore scent when going out so this was, nice. She had been a little oblivious to the voracity of his attempts to seduce her at the party and she had enjoyed the conversation with him and seeing him now reminded her of the good time they were having. She found she was actually quite pleased to see him.

"Do you want to finish your coffee or shall we get straight off?" Jim asked in his deep but energetic voice.

"Are we not staying here?"

"No, sorry I probably wasn't clear. This place is nice for a pint and a burger but I when I said meet here I meant to go on to a restaurant. I just thought it would be better to meet somewhere the first to arrive could wait comfortably and I could drown my sorrow if you didn't show. Have you been waiting long?"

Jim talked fast and she found herself unsure if she had misunderstood "Oh, okay. Not very long but I wasn't sure where the place was and what traffic would be like." She grabbed her purse and said "I'm good to go now."

"Great" said Jim and he gestured her towards the door "It's just around the corner so we might as well walk it."

He had certainly knocked her off guard with the confusion over their lunch plans but his his high energy charm was putting her at her ease as they walked and made small talk mostly reminding each other of personal details they had covered in their first meeting. Him was an executive at one of those companies that seemed to own everything. He was currently managing online content creation and he made light of the fact that he was responsible for a lot of the more clickbait articles that were basically adverts for products. He had a sense of humour about his work that took the edge of what would have been an overly corporate personality.

Soon they were entering a smart but other wise nondescript building. There had been a name above the door but it wasn't obvious and she had missed it. Inside however was a very shiny and expensive looking foyer with a plinth and hostess smiling and waiting patiently for them to approach. "Mr Becket, lovely to see you again" she said as they got closer "Right this way please."

Around a corner and down a short passage way the room they walked into was brightly lit from sky lights and was decorated in greys and muted colours giving it a modern feel but many of the fixtures were classic restaurant styling which juxtaposed tastefully. They were seated in a booth down one side of the room and the hostess handed them menus and a wine list.

"Are you driving?" asked Jim. The real question was do you want **** but this was a more subtle way to ask.

"No, I'm not. I don't usually drink in the day but I was feeling a little naughty so I got a taxi."

"Well it would be a shame to waste an opportunity to be naughty, wine?"

"Why not."

Sarah tried not to react when she looked at the menu. They were perfectly comfortable financially but prices like these were special occasion level. On top of that the hostess knew him on sight so this must be pretty common for him. She couldn't help but wonder how many women he had brought to this place to impress them, probably quite a few if he had developed a reputation. This was a comforting thought. Instead of over thinking it she decided to let him impress her then even if this whole date seems like a bad idea at least she will have got a fancy lunch out of it. Jim was having a starter so she did too and she ordered what she genuinely wanted and chose not to compare the prices of things. The sommelier appeared with wine and they toasted to new friends.

Jim was an excellent conversationalist, he would ask questions and listen intently to the answers. He had a way about him that made Sarah feel like he was genuinely interested in everything she said but he contributed plenty and the conversation flowed very naturally between them. Sarah however couldn't quite shake her nervous excitement at what she was doing and it resulted in her going a little heavy on the wine. Jim was always ready to refill and he seemed to be matching her pace and it soon did its work as a social lubricant and Sarah found herself laughing at his stories while enjoying an excellent meal.

During a quieter moment towards the end of the meal Sarah couldn't help but examine Jim. He was undeniably handsome and it looked like he had a good figure under that suit. Could she picture herself sleeping with this man? Katie's comments about variety came to mind and she remembered the feel of his close shaven cheek on hers and his smell. They were all different and that did made them a little exciting. What would she do if he made a move on her? Once upon a time the answer to that was easy, just turn him down but now not only was she allowed to go with it but was basically being encouraged to do so. In theory she could go with this guy to a hotel and fuck like crazy. It was arousing to feel so librated.

At the start of the date she had been dreading a certain question but now with the wine, the fact that she had relaxed into his company and her building arousal, she no longer fretted when he asked "Does your husband know you are having lunch with me?" He had a slightly wicked look in his eye. This was it, he was testing to see where things stood.

Sarah toyed with her wine glass and looked at Jim through her lashes as she said "He knows I'm out for lunch."

Jim raised his eyebrows "But not with whom I'm guessing."

"I love my husband but he is very, trusting"

Jim reached out over the table for her hand and she placed in his. He ran his thumb over the top of her fingers. His hands were soft and his nails were immaculately groomed. The fact that she had given her hand to him felt like a small betrayal but with how things were with Tom at the moment she thrilled at the feeling rather than being concerned about it. She looked into Jim's deep brown eyes and with a slight smile she said "Just so you know, I haven't made my mind up about you Mr Becket."

"I'll just have to try to win you over then."

Their conversation had a new energy to it. There were lingering looks and their hands were in regular contact as they now openly flirted. Sarah was now quite interested in this man and she was openly showing it. She wasn't ready to sleep with this man but she could see it happening, she wanted it to happen but thoughts of Tom kept her from committing to being seduced. She needed more reassurance from him that he wanted it to happen and no amount of wine was going to change that.

Jim eventually settled the bill. Sarah checked her phone and saw no messages from Tom, she was not sure how she felt about that but when she saw the time she realised that they had been talking for over two hours. That time had gone by in a flash but then again Jim was good company. As they walked out she noticed that Jim had put his around her waist but she didn't mind and she took the opportunity to feel his warmth and what seemed to be some pretty firm arms.

As they got outside Jim turned to her and said "Can I drive you home?"

Sarah put her hand on his chest and gave him a stern look. "I don't think you should be driving anywhere after that wine."

Jim laughed "Yes miss, sorry miss. Actually I meant we could share a taxi."

"Are you telling me you live in even vaguely the same direction as me?"

"Not even close" he smiled widely at her "but I'm asking anyway."

Damn he was smooth, and Sarah felt all girlish and giggly but she held it in and just let out a quiet "Okay"

She admired his restraint on the ride back but he did put his hand on her knee. She became acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing stockings and that if he had the audacity to slide his hand up he would be touching her bare thigh. A part of her wanted him to be that audacious but the fact he didn't showed he was playing a longer game. If she'd been single she could have safely assumed she would be inviting him in and she would be another notch on his bedpost. She didn't really mind that idea so much.

In what seemed like no time at all they arrived outside the front of house she shared with her husband.