Occasions can be created...

The time was there to take the next step. After we had talked about some of the results of her work I led the talk quite incidental to our common times at college.

Whether we shouldn´t meet again after work to chat about the old times? If she would like to she should just give me a call. Even without an answer I felt that Michelle wasn´t really interested but obviously she didn´t dare to turn me down. Yes, she would talk about it with her husband and maybe we´ll find a date.

And indeed, a few days later she called me up in my office and told me she had talked to Andy about it. For not have to get a babysitter and because I surely would like to get to know Andy she invited me to her house for next Saturday.

Michelle opened the door. Just like in the office she was dressed quite boring on that Saturday evening. OK, instead of her usual grey trousers she was wearing a long black skirt, black stockings, a simple pair of pumps and a simple white blouse. Her husband Andy was standing a few steps behind her. ?Hallo? Nice to finally meet you??

I ignored her loser completely. Instead of taking any notice of him I welcomed Michelle much too intense, pressed her against my chest, ran my fingers through her hair and gave her a long kiss. It really turned me on how her body stiffened defensively without really refusing me! Embarrassed they were smiling at each other.

After a moment of shamefaced silence Andy asked me to enter the living room. I waited for a moment until I could see where Michelle would sit down and took place on the couch next to her. ?Darling?, Michelle said with slightly husky voice, ?why don´t you bring us some drinks? Should we open up a bottle of wine?? A few seconds later I was alone with Michelle.

Again I tried to kiss her but she backed away. ?Thomas please, I can´t do that, I?? ?Michelle, if you like your new job you should be a little bit accommodating.? My voice was cold as ice now. ?I just saw something strange in your stocktaking files??

Michelle looked at me as if she had turned to stone. Her face blushed.