A few years back, I was a manager at a smaller sporting goods store. It wasn’t uncommon for me to close the store in the evening with just another person. Had hired on a girl from a local college who had this amazing body. She was around 5’4, black hair with beautiful blue eyes. Her skin was tanned but showed definite signs of tan lines when she wore certain clothes or came in to check schedule on her days off. She’d ran cross country and had that slender, athletic body of a runner. We had always gotten along great and she wasn’t shy about flirting even though she knew I was married.
One night as we were approaching closing it was super slow and we stood around by the register and just talked about how our relationships were pretty crappy at the moment. My wife had been going through a slump of never wanting to fuck and it had really taken a toll on me.