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An office place romance.

I loved everything about it. But she was shorter than me, as all of my girlfriends had been throughout my life.

And so I fantasized. There was no harm in that, I told myself. Especially when Andi casually rubbed her tits against my upper arms at a reception as she introduced me to city officials or donors, or against my chest when she kissed me goodbye on the cheek after a meeting, and the kiss slipped to the edge of our lips and then was gone.

I left the board after a three-year stint. We had turned the organization around and that was what had interested me. It was on a good, steady growth track. And Andi could take it from there. We still met from time-to-time when she was in town or I visited the city. We gossiped and I offered free advice, which may or may not have been worth any more than she paid for it. I always bought the drinks. She was still always touchy in the same friendly way. But tonight it had gone further.

We had toured a historic building her organization was thinking about buying. We talked about the structure of the building and the deal, and her strategy for expanding from the city into a new town. She seemed subdued, which was not a word anyone would usually ever associate with Andi.

"How are you doing otherwise?" I asked, as she sipped her red wine.

She looked at me with sad eyes. Her lips trembled. She dabbed at the corner of her eye.

"It's been a really rough few months," she said. "The boys are doing great." She perked up and seemed ready to launch into her usual, overly enthusiastic litany of their accomplishments in high school, good grades, success in sports. She stopped. "But John and I..."

I let the silence linger. Andi new about my divorce and my new relationship.

"I don't think I can go on," she said.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I caught John having an affair. It was obvious. In our own house!" she cried. "He didn't deny it. He's begging for forgiveness. But I don't think I can. It's over."

"It may take a while," she said. "We haven't figured out what to do. The boys..."

"They don't know," she continued, shaking her head. "I haven't asked John to move out, yet. I guess we'll keep the house together until the young one has left for college in two years. I just don't know what to do."

I took her hands. "I'm so sorry. I know how painful this can be," I said, looking in her eyes. "If you need a good lawyer, I've got one. She was great for the amicable separation we wanted. And we took a couple of years, too."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and pulled me close for a hug that lingered. Then she leaned back.

"Thank you," she said. "For everything."

She lifted her glass to me and then drained it.

"I guess I better catch that flight."

"I'll give you a ride."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's on the way home. We can share an Uber."

And that's how I found myself here, with my finger deep in her pussy, probing her G-spot, her luscious tit in my hand, her tongue in my mouth, as she squeezed my hand between her legs and rocked gently in the back of the car with the dance music playing.

We had just gotten into the back of the car. It was dark. We were underway with the city lights passing by in time to the music.

She leaned over. "Thank you," she said. She gave me another hug. And then a kiss on the side of the mouth. But this time she moved to a full kiss on the lips and opened her mouth softly. Her lips enveloped mine, as her hand ran up the back of my head and pulled me close. I felt her tongue tentatively probe my lips. I opened my lips and let her in.

The next thing I knew we were deep into French kissing. She was a good kisser. It was the one other thing I missed with Catrina. She was OK at kissing, but not really into it as often as I would like. But Andi was into it, deeply. She wouldn't let go.

"Andi," I said, as my cock twitched.

"Shhhh," she said, and pulled me back into the kiss.

It was then I let myself go and found her breast.

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