Michelle, Michelle. You are quite the little freak.

Saturday afternoon I found myself needing to burn off a ton of bad energy and get my mind right, so I went to my health club. Saturday afternoon is a horrible time to go to my club. It is the biggest in town, has the most members, and is the most crowded. But I digress. I knew what it was going to be like, and I just needed to work out until my nipples popped. Ever since the "Jamie" incident, I have been on a rampage, and in the worst of moods.

I had been at the club and really had a good workout going. I was going a little overboard, but I needed it. I had a really good sweat going, and was feeling ultra-icky and almost didn't go to the juice bar. But I remembered where I was, and that I still didn't really give a fuck, and went over anyways. As I was waiting to order, I feel a cold hand on my arm. I turn around and who should it be? Michelle.

We exchanged pleasantries and what have you, and by the time I got up to order, she said it was nice to see me and left. It was slightly uncomfortable to me, and I knew it had to be really uncomfortable to her, so I half expected it. I got my smoothy and a bottle of water, and found my sit down spot over by the running track where I wasn't in anyone's way, and could still see a TV.

I was feeling better than I had in quite a while, and the endorphins were still raging through my body when Michelle came and sat next to me. I have to paraphrase here, but the conversation kind of went like this:

Her: Um, so, about the other day...............
Me: Don't worry about it. I was fine with it.
Her: I've never done anything like that before.
Me: I could kind of tell.
Her: Like I said, I am sorry.
Me: Sorry for what?
Her: Sorry for thinking that you were the kind of person that would go for that.
Me: You shouldn't be sorry. You were right.
Her: Huh?
Me: You were right to think that I might go for something like that.
Her: Which part.
Me: I didn't know there were parts.
Her: Well your email said.........
(By the way, I never mentioned that I answered her emails with another email. None of that really matters, because we are where we are now. So, keep reading.)
Her: cont......said that my husband could not know, and that you would be willing to trade experience for help.
Me: Yeah, but I am not a whore, a hooker, a callgirl, none of that stuff, and if for any reason I think that I am somehow an employee, it's done.
Her: Oh god no.

Blah Blah Blah. The conversation went on for probably a half an hour, and the longer I talked with her, the more I felt comfortable with her. She told me that she had kissed other girls when she was drunk, grabbed a few boobies, that kind of thing, but had always wanted to go further. When I asked her why she hadn't, it was because of her husband. When she started going in to more intimate details with her husband, I had to stop her, I really didn't want to know.

So, anyways, I ask her how she wants to go about this and all. I then remind her that she had stopped part way last time whining about cheating on her husband. She told me that was no longer the case, and that she would like to do this at a hotel. We talked for a few minutes, and then set it up for her to call me with the details later, and that she could come pick me up.

She called me at 6:30, and asked if she could come by and pick me up at 7:30. I told her yes, then asked her how she was going to get away for so long. She had told me that David had taken the kids to his parent's cabin to go snowmaching, and that she had to stay home to take care of a house she was listing. I still half expected her husband to be waiting (after the Jamie fiasco), but I did't think she would do that because of my protests.

The first few minutes of our drive was slow and quiet until we hit the "main drag". Michelle has a really sweet white BWM with sunroof, leather, you know, all the fancy shit. We hit a spot light, and two guys pull up next to us in one of those 4cylinder rice burner's and they start cat calling. I looked over at Michelle, and she continued to look forward in a state of her own nervousness, and knew I had to do something. I turned around in my seat, leaned over to Michelle, and stuck my tongue down her mouth. At first she didn't kiss back, I think I shocked her, but half a second later, we were making out at the red light with the car behind us honking, and the guys next to us honking. I had broken the ice.

I told her we should cruise around for a while, and just see what happens. We did the make out thing at a few more lights, and each time we did, I used my free hand to rub her very warm crotch. As she drove, I would kiss her ears, kiss her neck, stick my hand in to her shirt, under he bra, and pinch her nipple. The ice was officially broke when I stuck my finger in to my wet pussy and then stuck it in her mouth. She eagerly licked my juices and told me she wanted more. We made a bee-line to the hotel she had gotten, and it was a long 10 minute drive.

It's 10:30, and have to get up at 4:00 to take a friend in for surgery. Will write the rest tomorrow.

Love ya