===Between snatches of phatic conversation about the weather and where she was going, she felt the taxi driver's glances follow the irregular strobing...of passing streetlights, his eyes darting to catch glimpses of her chest and bare thighs. She smiled secretly and crossed her legs, allowing her dress to ride up just a little. She usually hated this kind of attention, this naked lust projected on her body, but in this moment she relished it. A swarm of butterflies fluttered around her stomach. She was prettier than a picture. Billowing auburn hair, full lips, bubble butt, perfect B-cups and the most wonderful freckled smile yet recorded. I still can't believe that she chose me. Me? I'm short at five-six. I still have my hair, but I know I won't always. I am a very viable candidate for nerd of the month. And, apart from my 165 IQ and very large income, I had, in my opinion, little to recommend me to a stunner like Jill.We'd met at the annual company picnic. We both worked for Randolph. I knew paired with either of those sweaters I'd gotten her, it would emphasize her mature hourglass figure, the clinging fabric of the tops following the substantial curves of her voluptuous bust and narrow shapely waist with the soft blue denim skirt drawing attention to her sensual motherly hips before ending high on her shapely thighs.She set the denim one down and picked up the second one; a brilliant white mini with a little zipper at the back that would hug her trim waist before following. I paste a smile back on my face and look Leslie in the eye. “So, I’m kind of surprised to see the two of you here together. Is this a one-time thing, or are you working on a reconciliation?” I ask sweetly. “Oh, you’re so sweet!” Leslie simpers, clearly oblivious to my ties to Rick. “We’ve both been miserable since our separation…” “Divorce, Les. We’re divorced, not separated,” Rick corrects her. She looks at him sharply, clearly surprised at the contradiction. “Fine…yes…we’ve both been.