Strangers Part 2: Strangers no more - Sex Stories

Strangers Part 2: Strangers no more

... can chat here, unlike on the train.' I turned toward her a little in my seat. I could feel my own face reddening too. I was just about to say something deeply profound to help put her at her ease when my phone started ringing. I made my apologies and answered it. It was my wife saying that the girls had a party to go to that we'd both forgotten about, and that I needed to get them home asap. I turned to Helen, my train temptress. 'I'm sorry, I have to go. Will you be on the train on Monday?' She nodded. 'Then I'll see you then.' I gathered the kids together, making sure we had all the sunglasses and hats that we'd arrived with, and began the walk home. I know it was wrong, and I'm not proud of the feelings I was having, with a loving wife and family, but I couldn't wait until Monday morning when I would see Helen again. The rest of the weekend passed by without incident and when the alarm sounded on Monday, I almost bounded out of bed and into the shower. I arrived at the station earlier than usual, and could have caught an earlier train, but I chose not to. I stood at my usual spot absent mindedly reading the morning paper when I felt her standing beside me. I turned and was greeted with that large smile once again. We managed to find two seats together on the train and chatted about this and that for the twenty-five minute journey. It all seemed so natural, the conversation flowed nicely. The train came into the noisy crowded station and we left the train heading for the ...

... tube. It eventually came to parting of the ways and she turned to me. 'Are you, maybe, free for a drink after work today?' I couldn't help but smile and nod. We exchanged mobile numbers, and then headed off in different directions. The day passed in a bit of a daze, I attended meetings, made decisions, placed some orders and had several phone calls, none of which I could recall moments later. I called Amy, my wife, and told her I was meeting up with a client after work and that I'd be home a little later. It wasn't an unusual occurrence and she just said have fun. I felt a twinge of guilt as I put the phone down, but that soon dissipated as I grabbed my coat. I'd got a text message earlier on arranging to meet Helen at a pub not far from our homeward train station. I arrived at the place, it was a small old style pub which I'd been to a couple of times before. I ordered a pint and sat at a small table in the corner near the ladies' toilet and waited. I was half way through my beer when she walked in, looking a little flustered. 'Sorry I'm late. Trouble on the tube.' I ordered her a large glass of wine and she sat down opposite me. We chatted so easily, like we'd known each other for years. We talked about our day, the ups and downs of office politics, what was happening in the news that day. We had another drink, then another. As I set the latest round of drinks on the table I sensed a change in the atmosphere, there was a certain electricity. She looked into my eyes as I sat ...