The Love Affair(Good Wife Better Mistress)

Seductive mistress

had been a long weekend since i slept with alexandro - but I was still surprised that I hadn't heard from him right away afterward. I'm not sure what I expected, flowers on my desk, a proclamation of love? This was all new territory for me. I'd woken in a daze before my alarm even went off. I remembered the events of the previous night,why was my phone silent - why was there no word from him? I was already worrying as I picked out my outfit - a snug black pencil skirt, a semi-sheer black top, black nylons, and black stilettos. I was at least going to look confident if I couldn't act that way. When I got to the office no messages nothing unusual, I always arrived to get messages.

I sat at my desk in the office and tried to busy myself, or at least look like I was busy, while I kept watch out of the corner of my eye for him to appear. Nothing. At lunch I asked his company's operations director if he'd be in that day - she was a loopy older lady but she always knew everything that was going on in the office. "Didn't you hear," She said, with a genuine look of surprise on her face, mr alexandro's traveling, last minute trip for the DRI client he sent an email out this morning." My heart sank again, I hadn't gotten the emailed, maybe he was unhappy about what happened. Something was up.

Back at my desk I racked my brain for a manufactured reason to contact him. I had to see what his tone would be like in the response. Finally, I just went with something that seemed even remotely plausible: Hi alexandro I heard you had to travel today last minute. -And then I waited impatiently for a reply to appear in my inbox. Several hours of hitting refresh later: - As I finished reading, I felt my phone buzz on my desk. It was a text from alexandro, "PS wear lingerie underneath", Okay.

Everything was fine More than fine that was a flirtatious text. He didn't regret following his impulse, bending me over he wanted more, Good So did I. alexandro was always a weird combination of mysterious and forthright. He was blunt and honest whenever I asked him about something, but he never shared without prodding. It intrigued me, or at least made me feel flattered that I was getting to be privy to his private side. And I'd find out even more soon. I spent the rest of the afternoon online shopping for the perfect lingerie to wear the next day and fantasizing about having his hands on me again. The sex we'd had was primal, passionate - I wasn't sure how it could get any better but I'd be thrilled with more of the same. I drove to the mall after work to try on a few of the more promising lingerie, the sensation of pulling them on and off felt heightened, I was very aware of everything touching my skin.

Luckily I found the perfect almost but flouncy black lingerie I could wear with a thin coat tucked into it. If I was a guy, this would be totally hard to resist. Feeling emboldened by alexandro's text I couldn't help but be flirtatious, it was hard to say no to myself with how wound-up I was feeling inside. I snapped a photo of the lingerie in the dressing room mirror and texted it to Jamie. I expected no response, or at least I must have not expected a response because I was surprised when I heard my phone buzz a few minutes later. It was Jamie: Try more I gasped out loud in the cashier line and then exited it to purchase another lingerie I'd tried on - the one I thought was probably inappropriate for work. and I was so shocked by alexandro responding with anything other than a compliment, it just wasn't how most men acted. I wanted to please him enough to learn more.

In the morning, as I pulled on my new lingerie and straightened the coat I was wearing with it I felt more nervous than I could remember being. This was a dumb sex thing with my boss, sure, it was probably irresponsible, but I was responsible in more than enough other areas of my life to make up for it. And I'd never experienced something so intoxicating as the way alexandro had handled me. The roughness of his touch coupled with the pleasure in his eyes and in his voice. When I got to work I was surprised to see my door was open, he was inside my office. With trepidation and a kind of butterfly feeling that extended downward from my stomach, I knocked on the door and peeked in, "mr alexandro?" "Good morning sweet gabby." He was sitting at my desk, reclining. He looked very sexy like that, both playful and poised. "I see you follow instructions well," He said, his eyes glued to my legs - quite a bit of which were uncovered by the coat I'd decided on. "Only for you sir." I laughed as I said it. It wasn't funny but the intensity of the situation made me giggle. I wasn't used to being so serious. I walked to the desk and perched myself on the edge of it, trying my best to look sophisticated.