We are well known to each other. Perhaps executive and assistant, old lovers who have kept in touch, business associates with a long history of mutual respect. We have lunch. For some reason or another, she has some pretty leg showing, or perhaps a low-cut blouse with ample decolletage. A few glasses of wine and an off-hand comment about how you always looked wonderful, sexy, and why not try each other out for (what?) fun, no not that, sharing some part of you that can't be somewhere else.

She cannot leave her life, and I cannot leave mine; but we could, of a stolen moment or more, share some emotional and (be honest) carnal life not available at home. We go, we try, we come. Both in due course, happily, erotically, and decide to do more as possible.

Life has some strange paths.

Regards,