We were 4 hours into a shopping trip at the centre and I was ready for home. Imogen had dragged me along with her under the premise that we’d grab coffee and put the world to rights like we used to.
Imogen was married, happily I think, but we’ve had our fun over the years too. She’s insatiable, I become a different person around her, it’s partly because she’s a flirt, partly because she’s got an amazing ass and I’m a sucker for it. We’ve never really spoken about it but there’s definitely an attraction there between us, I think I provide a little excitement as I’m the polar opposite of her husband. He’s vanilla, I’ve choked her before, he doesn’t like going down on her, I would have it for breakfast, he’s got an average dick, I’ve… Well….
Anyway the last stop was an expensive lingerie store, the king of awkward shops for a man, and I was very reluctant going in.
“Please Ryan, I trust your opinion, please.”
I couldn’t handle it when she pouted like that, begging.
“Ugh, okay.” I groaned. “But you owe me.”