A Forbidden Affair - Part 1
It was 2 p.m., and I wondered why she was late today. I was scanning for her on the street. It was crowded, yet I could always identify it from afar. I was well accustomed to her silhouette, her gait, and the general path she took while returning home. It was like I was a paparazzi and she was a celebrity. Just as I was about to turn back and get back to work, I saw a familiar figure. Making an appearance from just around the corner in time. There she was in all her beauty. A cold breeze blew a few strands of hair over her face, and as she pinned her hair behind her ears, our eyes met, and I could see a faint smile. Maybe I had imagined it, or maybe it might not even be a smile. I questioned its authenticity while still looking her way. But my doubts came to a stop when she approached me to ask for something in my shop. As excited as it might be, I still have decorum to maintain as one of the owners of the shop. She ordered what she wanted, and I made sure to pack it myself and hand it over to her. Admiring her from afar and seeing her as close as she was now. Her Auburn-coloured hair shimmering, her tanned skin shining in a golden hue. The way her cheeks contoured to a single point and made a dimple as she spoke. Her hazel brown eyes had a golden radiance to them. With her soft and luscious pink natural lips, she was much more alluring up close. “Uhmm, is everything packed?” She interrupted my train of thought and plunged me back into reality. “Yes, there you go. That’s all you asked for. “Thank you,” she replied with a smirk as she kept the things in her tote bag. “You’re welcome.” That was our first interaction ever. It hadn’t been long since I joined the family business and helped around the store, but it was the first time she had stepped into our store. I wondered if this was just a one-time thing, but the next day she came back. It was unusual and out of the ordinary. Every day, she would come around and get things from our store, which wasn’t her normal go-to activity. One day, she came and ordered things, which she requested to be delivered to her place. We did home deliveries. Or rather, we did them at specific times, though she requested that they be immediate. We had our delivery guys. But since all were on errands, we were not able to do it at that time. “If they are not there, couldn’t you ask him to do it?” She asked my father while pointing towards me. “Sure,” he said while looking towards me. “Your home is in the adjacent building, right?” “Yes, it is. So it won’t be long,” she reverted quickly. I took the goods and walked a few steps behind her towards her place. Walking behind her made me realise how voluptuous she was up close. Her loose denim longline shirt covered her upper body curves quite well. But her white leggings contoured her thighs and hips closely and revealed quite a lot. Her buttocks barely peeked out of the edge of her shirt. But every step she took made her thighs and buttocks jiggle. Her leggings had traces of her lace and mesh underwear. It was oddly seductive and made my blood rush to the other head of my body. Maybe she noticed me ogling at her, but she abruptly stopped at the gate of her building, making me bump into her. The bulge in my pants was out enough to have touched her butt first, but I quickly lunged back. “Sorry!” I whispered while looking towards her. But she paid no heed and started climbing the stairs to her third-floor apartment. Her back was entirely towards me, and now I had a better view of her ass. She was what could be classified as chubby and fit, but her ass was exquisite. I don’t know if it was intentional, but her steps were heavier. It made her ass and thighs reverberate a bit more. We reached the third floor. The floor had four doors, one to the right of the stairs and one to the left. A third door appeared, and we took a turn off the stairs. Besides that, there was a small, dimly lit hallway reaching the fourth door. “No one lives with her except me and my family.” We made our way towards the fourth door, where she lived. I followed her to the door, and she turned towards me as she opened the door. She asked for the goods to be kept at the entrance, and I obeyed. I backed up and turned to head back to the store but was stopped by her voice. “Hey!” I turned back as I wondered what she called for. “I know you are always looking at me whenever I’m around your store.” I was bamboozled. I was sure I was discreet enough, but it seemed I was wrong. “No, I don’t.” I lied, trying to hide the truth. “You are always around when I come around. You change the direction you face depending on where I am, and you always make sure to attend to me first when I come to the store. You thought I wouldn’t notice. You know I could complain to your father about this.” I was afraid it might get worse if I tried to defend my actions even though I was caught. I accepted that I did look at her. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t get my eyes off of you. You are stunning, and I am attracted to you. I’ll stop doing it from now on.” “What do you find attractive about me? I’m older than you, I’m married, and I have a kid. I am 36 now; you must be around 24-26.” “I know you’re married. I know you are a mother, and yet I’m still attracted to you. I find you hot and gorgeous.” She had a faint smile on her face yet a frown on her forehead. It was difficult to understand whether she was satisfied with the answer and would accept my apology or not. We stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do about it. The silence broke as she approached me and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You’re a good guy, but this is not something you should be thinking about. It’s a forbidden kind of thing.” I stayed still without answering as she took a step back from me. I looked at her, and without a thought, my body moved on its own.