| Straight: Infidelity: Her Body Language (3/9) |
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dressed, but looked absolutely stunning this day. She had on a plain white blouse, a long black sheath skirt with a slit up one side, and black seamed stockings. I pointed to some wording on the screen that I felt could be improved and as Jeannie leaned forward to get a better look, her breast rubbed against my arm. My reaction was electric, and I said to Jeannie with a grin, "You know, you are going to have to watch your body language, I could easily misinterpret that". She looked back at me, smiled and gave me a wink. But she quickly moved away. Eventually we got through the proposal and decided to call it a day. I asked Jeannie about her weekend plans and she said that her husband was out of town on a fishing trip, so she had nothing major planned. Coincidentally, my wife was away over the weekend at a work-related convention. So, I plucked up courage and suggested that as we were both at loose ends, would she care to grab a bite to eat before heading home. She said that it sounded like an excellent idea, and we decided on a small Spanish restaurant close to the office. Jeannie said that she needed to pick up a couple of "girl things" at the convenience store across the road, and that she would meet me at the restaurant. She was there in a couple of minutes, and we made our way through a wonderful dinner accompanied by a delicious bottle of Rioja wine. Despite our numerous lunches together, it was the first time that we had introduced alcohol into the mix and soon the wine had loosened us both up. We flirted a little more than normal, and Jeannie told me about an exhibition of erotic art that she had visited the previous Saturday. While telling me this, she was holding the stem of her wineglass between her finger and thumb and was gently stroking the stem up and down – another classic piece of female body language. Emboldened by the wine, I took the opportunity to mention to Jeannie again how I found that she was giving off all sorts of signals that I was trying to treat innocently. She shook back her mane of red curls and smiled coyly and said, "Interpret them however you wish." However, she blushed at the same time and quickly changed the subject. After dinner it was very late, so I offered to drive Jeannie home, as I knew she normally gets a lift with her husband. She gratefully accepted and we chatted about our solitary weekend plans. At one point during the drive, Jeannie let her hand rest on my leg, something she had never done before, and quietly said, "Weekends alone stink". My mind was racing by this time, considering all sorts of possibilities. I made the excuse of needing some gum to take the smell of alcohol off of my breath and I found an all night drugstore and told Jeannie to stay in the car while I ran in and bought the gum – and also a pack of condoms... just in case! I felt like I was sixteen again. Jeannie directed me to her house, as I had never been there before. When we arrived outside, she put her hand on my thigh again and asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. I didn’t have to be asked twice and followed her into her home. Jeannie threw her coat on a chair and told me |
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