December, 2012, my 1st day at work. A bright winter morning it was. An unusual breeze rippling the leaves on the walk way, invited me to work. The day...involved more of formal introduction of mine and the fellow colleagues.Nothing interesting happened, not until the lunch break. In the food court, i did spot a damsel dressed in black, quite much of a normal-formal outfit it was. But i happened to find myself very much interested in the woman donning it. Definitely not the love at 1st types, but. Next day I took my bike n stood on the corner of the lane to talk to her when she was about to come. I talked to her n was successful in making her a friend of mine. She lived in the next block and used to come over for tuitions for one and a half hour walky talky. We soon became very intimate n started meeting frequently after her tuitions for few minutes. Once I asked her to bunk her tuitions the next day cause I want to meet her for longer duration n she agreed. I brought my car that day n. Now we were looking for a opportunity to have a safe place to have sex. After waiting for a long time, she finally told her husband that she has to go out for a office tour for 2 days and I arranged my friends flat to have sex there as he was going back to his hometown for 2 days.We finally met that evening around 4 pm at my friends flat. As soon as we were inside she pulled me towards her and started kissing me passionately all over my face. My hands went automatically towards her boobs and I. It was risky. It was exciting. It was insane. Pulses raced and his heart beat gathered speed, imagination flirting with opportunity and pursuit, an adventurous mind rejoicing in the endless possibilities of surreptitious foreplay. A distressing thought brought a nervous lump in his throat. What happens when she wakes up and discovers that her hand is touching his penis? She might think I’ve put it there while she slept. And if he had, what else had he been up to in the darkness. Christ, she.