I enjoy helping people, if they ask nicely and make an effort to help themselves.  That’s why I’d agreed to drop by Josie’s house, to explain to her how to back up her computer.  Josie is a friend of ours, a mother of one, divorced about a year now.  She’s a good laugh, has a bright personality to match her reddish hair, but knows she’s not stunningly good looking and so she lacks confidence.  In fact, she’s overweight.  She’s also prone to using her sharp wit to good effect on potential suitors, and regrets it later.  But that’s why I like her.  We trust each other, we’re good friends, connecting somehow at an intellectual level.  She’s also obviously quite sexual, making the odd comment here and there, clearly no prude.

But none of that is going through my mind when I pull up outside her house, after kiddie bedtime, and ring the bell.  Josie appears with a smile and ushers me inside, offering drinks and refreshments.  I like to get on with the job, so I waste no time in sitting down at the computer in the study and we talk about backups.  Boring, but important.  A bit like the related topic of Internet security.  Josie is concerned her five-year-old will find porn everywhere, so we talk about options to deal with that too.  But I tell her Internet porn isn’t all animals and women.

“You mean there’s non-hardcore stuff?”

“Sure.  You like to read, don’t you?”

“You know I do!”

“Well, check this out.”

Josie’s about the only person I’d do this for.  And so, Lusty Library fills the screen.

“Hmm, stories for the Sexual Intellectual.”  Her eyes are fixed on the screen.

“And for you too!”

“Watch it!”  Attention devoted.  Clicking.

“Does your darling wife know about this?” she enquires as she explores.

“I may have forgotten to mention it,” I admit.

“Hmmm.  Our secret then.”

She gets up, closes the study door, and returns to her seat.

We read together.

I feel myself getting hard.  The story is one thing, our situation of man and woman another, but the main factor is Josie.  She is obviously becoming aroused, shifting herself a little in her seat, rapt attention.

We read some more.

“Nice.  I shall spend some time here.”  Clearly, LL is a hit with Josie too.

She turns to me.

“How do I ensure no trace of my visit is left?”

Ever pragmatic.  I explain.  She follows, but clearly there’s something on her mind.  I finish my explanation, and fall silent, looking at her, waiting.

She meets my eyes, and I see doubt and nervousness.

She looks at me, obviously coming to a decision.

“Could you, please, just fuck me? No strings, no attachments, I just need a man physically.  Just fuck me. Is that OK?”

She quickly adds.  “Or if you like, just please forget the last ten seconds.  Honestly, I don’t mind.”