| Straight: Infidelity: Aspen Scenery (1/8) |
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I lead a pretty normal life. In fact I’d say I’m a fairly typical mid 30’s male. While my life at home isn’t terrible it also isn’t what I want it to be. I spend a lot of time fantasizing about other women. Not necessarily because I don’t like my wife, but more because we seem to be too involved in life to be sexual. For the last couple of years the sexual encounters are few and far between. This has led me to start fantasizing even more. Literally looking at every attractive woman I meet as a possible fling. This is really where my story begins. Near my new job was a branch of the bank that I’d been with for years. I had never had occasion to visit this branch before. On my first trip there I went through the drive through. The woman that helped me was absolutely stunning. Of course it was from afar and through a window, but I could tell she was something special to look at. I quickly changed my strategy and started making all of my deposits by going into the bank rather than the drive through. Over time I learned her schedule so I would make sure she was there when I came in. She was so striking that it was difficult not to stare. I tried hard only to look at her when I knew I wouldn’t be caught. Sometimes I would even catch a glimpse of her slim body as she leaned down or turned around. She seemed perfect in every way. Her breasts were the perfect size. Not so large as to seem fake, but perfectly proportionate to her petite frame. Her blonde shoulder length hair was highlighted just enough to match her smooth olive skin. After about 6 months of making weekly stops in the bank I could tell she was starting to recognize me. I felt lucky that she would look up and grin at me as I walked in the door. She called me by name as she greeted me. Her voice was sultry and made me a little weak every time I heard it. One of the things I had noticed right away was the huge rock on her left ring finger. I didn’t really care though knowing that this was a fantasy and her being married didn’t really change that. I really just enjoyed looking. What happened next is something I still can’t believe now, looking back. On a normal trip into the bank she greeted me as usual. As she handled the checks we exchanged pleasantries as we always did. This time she continued the conversation by asking me questions about my job. She asked if I worked in this area and what I did for lunch. She said that she was always looking for someone nice to have lunch with so she could get away from the bank even if it was only for an hour. My head was sort of a blur not really knowing what to say, I agreed to meet her for lunch the next Tuesday. Over the weekend I felt a little guilty almost like I was cheating. I came close to calling the bank and cancelling our lunch. But I kept rationalizing that I wasn’t meeting her at a hotel and this was literally two friends having lunch. Tuesday came and we met. She looked beautiful. She wore a tight grey sweater that showed her breasts perfectly. It was tight enough to see the outline of |
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