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I woke up to my 6am alarm and hit snooze a couple of times. The friggin' alarm interrupted a very steamy dream and the stiffness between my legs was evidence something was about to happen but it had to be interrupted. I silently cursed under my breath and groggily walked to the bathroom to empty my bladder. While shaking it dry, it was as if the magic wand refreshed my memory from last night. And the memory was not a good one. I remembered I may not have replied to Soni's text from last night and left her on ‘read'. A cardinal sin when you are buttering up a woman you lust after.

I hurried out to the bed and grabbed my phone. The fucking thing was dead. I put it on charge and switched it on. As soon as it was up and running, I messaged her.

‘Why only before she arrives? We can do it after as well,' I replied to her message about having dinner dates at her place before my wife arrived.

‘Morning sleepy head', came her reply instantly. ‘You like living on the edge, eh'.

We flirted for a bit over text till life took over and we got busy in doing our stuff. This continued on for a few days, texting, flirty texting, and talking endlessly over whatsapp. This social media and communication platforms have really sped things up. You get to talk about stuff in a few hours and get to know a lot about the other person in a few hours, which normally would have taken a good 6-7 dates and dinners and desserts and all in our teenage days. But don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. These virtual comm tools are a blessing in disguise for introvert people like me.

Well me and Soni continued talking and meeting over the course of the next week or so. Although she sent a clear hint that night with her text and we could have been sleeping together from the next day but I decided to keep it fun and drag it on a bit. The chase is half the fun and the build up it causes then boils in the bedroom. I wanted that intensity - for us to not be able to keep our hands off each other and have that lusty, animalistic sex when we get to it - and we were very surely going to get there soon. We talked, we flirted we went playful and then back to normal. A nice chemistry developed and matured between us and we got comfortable with each other. But so far, we had made some suggestive flirty comments but never crossed the line just yet. She was a fun, flirty woman who knew how to keep a guy in that semi hard state, oozing precum from the pee hole messing and soiling boxers or whatever you were wearing. And I like to think I kept her panties wet as well.

One night we decided to go out to grab some ice cream as she was craving something sweet, we walked to the ice cream place. We walked and touched and our arms brushed against each other and I managed to brush my arm against her ample bosom as well, which she didn't find offensive at all. Any would she? Maybe it was my imagination but when I was paying for ice cream and took a small step back for some reason, I felt my arm push into something soft, and then felt that soft piece of flesh push more into my arm. I just froze there as my cock went straight up but gosh I loved that feeling. I mean you may be thinking what a 42 year old teenager I am, but what can I say? I am like that when a woman I lust after is around me and we are being flirty and all. That is just plain me.

Then one evening we were together at her place for tea and snacks. Nature called and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I saw a laundry basket in there and when I was done, I opened the laundry basket hoping to find her dirty bra and panties inside. And there they were, quite a few actually. I picked a lacy black bra and saw the tag, and just as I had guessed, a perfect D cup. It was a lacy bra and I brought it to my nose to smell her scent. My heartbeat got faster and breathing got shallow. I scooped up the matching panty and stuffed it in my pockets. Yeah yeah, I know another teenager like act, but I already confessed to me being a silly ass man around women I lust after. I walked out to her and sat down to finish tea. Then I made a lame ass excuse to exit and went to my place. I threw my prize on the bed and smiled to myself thinking about playing with them later.

I was just relaxing on the couch and having a video call with my wife and kid when I received a text from Soni.

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