I’m at work. I’m just back from lunch with a friend from the lab. We were chatting and gossiping when she asks me if I’ve heard that M has broken up with her guy.
My first reaction was to give a wicked smile. My second reaction was to panic. How would I ever see him again? I don’t even know his name other than Derek? And its not like I can go asking people – I’m married after all – and besides, though I want him, I know I won’t be unfaithful.
I asked her if she knew what happened. My friend just said, “M always complained he was too busy looking at himself in the mirror.” I wanted to, but didn’t press any further.
So there I am at work. My fixation is now in overdrive. I start thinking about what I should do. On the one hand I don’t want to ever be unfaithful. On the other, I don’t want to never see him again.
I call M. We weren’t particularly close friends. But I call to see if she’s okay. I’m hoping I’ll get some clue about where her ex is.
M, it turns out, is okay. She jokes about how you get tired after a while of a guy whose only good quality is that he’s good in the sack. She complains that he’d rather spend his weekends at the gym than with her, so she put an end to things.
I joked with her that I work out too, and then made my move. I asked her where he works out. She told me and we moved on in the conversation. She didn’t clue in at all that it was an odd thing for me to ask. All I was thinking to myself is that is very close to my place.
We finished the conversation. I needed immediate relief. I got up went to the bathroom and put my fingers to work. I was rubbing my clit and was thinking how Derek would fuck me in the gym locker. I wanted him to fuck me so hard with his hot white cock and dominate me. I cummed so much that I was hoping nobody heard me moaning in the bathroom and that was that!