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When recently separated Lou decided to embark on a new chapter of her life, she had no idea where this journey of self and sexual discovery would lead.
Her lustful appetite for adventure was re-awakened and with every new, tantalising, naughty meeting Lou’s confidence grew, as did her need for more.
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Chapter Two - Snake Hips
Working in finance, Lou came across many wannabe Gordon Gecko types, sadly not matching up in the quality of the clothing they adorned, or their intellect either. In fact, subconsciously, she had an unwritten rule that she would never date 'suits' as she came to refer to them as. Instead, Lou was more attracted to the more physical profession; roofers, builders, scaffolders and the like. Their manual labour jobs meant they tended to be fitter and more body conscious, which of course she loved in a man. Lou would often find herself walking past a building site and wanting to wolf whistle some of the guys she saw working hard, but that wasn't allowed in this day and age, well not for men to do this to women, but in reverse? She was sure they wouldn't mind! It would no doubt appeal to their egos and humour.
Snake Hips was different. He was immaculately dressed, with an expensive suit that was tailored to fit his carved out body. His crisp shirts hugged his muscular biceps and she could see the shape of his triangular back as he got up from his desk and walked to the printer. His matching tie was fixed with perfection and sat neatly across his broad chest, with what she could only imagine was his six or eight pack below it. She doubted there was any fat on his body as she visualised him naked. He was sex on legs and she wanted him!
The first aid room was the inaugural place for naughtiness. He had familiarised himself with it as part of his work duties, in case he had to administer medical attention. "Meet you there in ten minutes," he messaged her. Instant nervous excitement filled her from head to foot. Lou knew what this meant. They would be crossing the imaginary line of flirting to intimate, however deep a level, and there would be no turning back. What to do? What to do? He was a married man and she knew it, but ultimately he was the one who had to sleep with himself at night – she didn’t, and if he was able to live with it, then what difference did it make to her? She already knew the answer. Her conscience was clear. Lou was so horny for him that she was out in the lift area before she knew it and on her way down to the break out floor.
Apprehensively she approached the first aid room. Would he be in there? Would someone else be in there? She could smell his Ralph Lauren Polo, but cautiously she knocked on the door twice - best to check. "Come in," the familiar voice welcomed, as the door opened up before her. Lou walked in cautiously. He locked the door behind her and smiled churlishly at her. "Well, well, well," he said and put his hands either side of her jaw. Pushing her against the door. "I've been waiting to do this for so long," and forced his tongue inside her mouth. It was deep; it was passionate; it was raw. Lou loved it!
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Louisa lives in Hertfordshire with her four children. While not on ‘Mum-duties’ she works in high finance in London
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