1. The Chip Babe Goes Down


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    length of my legs. I rolled on a pair of lace top thigh highs, and zipped up my favorite red dress by Gucci. It had a low neckline and a high slit, and it embodied a louche sexuality and glamor that would give Mike plenty to think about after I had left. I was on the 5th floor, so it was only the shortest of elevator rides to get to Mike’s room. I ran into no one enroute, so no one saw me in my tight red mini and my highest Louboutin heels. When Mike answered the door, he had an odd look on his face. He almost seemed pained to see me. “Andrea, you look amazing. How have you been?” He didn’t grab me, let alone touch me. Apparently, we had regressed to a period of polite conversation. “Great, thanks, Mike. But I’ve really missed you. Can we get a little more comfortable, and talk a bit?” I walked into his room without waiting for his answer. “Sure. But I think it’s better if we stay dressed. OK?” Mike loosened his tie, and put his suit jacket over the back of the chair where he’d been sitting. He brought a second chair next to the desk chair, and offered it to me. “Whatever you say, Mike. I understand your situation and your needs. I don’t want to do anything that gets you in any trouble with your family.” I would pretend this was only about his marriage. I sat down, and said little. The silence seeped into the moment. Spontaneously, and without effort, I began to cry. Was I sad about being rejected? Sad that my bonus might suffer? Sad that I’d have to find another man ...
    like Mike? Yes. Yes. And Yes. Mike put an arm around my shoulders, to comfort me. This only made me cry more. I hated seeming so vulnerable, and yet there was nothing I could do to stop myself. Mike began to stroke my hair and murmur kind things in my ear. “Andrea, you’re so gorgeous, but we just can’t do this anymore. I can’t see you anymore. You’ll find someone better. You deserve more.” I rested my head on his chest, and felt the warmth of his body. His hands betrayed his best intentions, however. His left hand began drifting down my back, and his right tilted my head to his for a kiss. My tears responded to his touch, and I regained control of myself as I sought to regain control of the moment. I ran my fingers along his face, and kissed him back. “Oh Mike, I know this is wrong. Maybe one last time? Just one more time. OK?” Mike said nothing in reply. He didn’t need to. I watched as he removed his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile by the bed. I paused, and let him get naked, so he could watch me undress. I wanted the visual of me peeling off my deep red dress etched in his mind, for all those occasions when he’d be lying in bed with his wife, talking about the kids or the dog or whatever nonsense married couples discuss. I pushed him down, so that he was seated on the edge of the bed, and I began to slowly unzip my dress. The Gucci has one of those back zippers that requires yoga-like contortions to reach the pull. I made it look easy, and inched the zipper down with ...
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