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A chime coming from Lowell's phone brought their conversation to a halt. He winced as he saw the text message notification from Don Baker. Lowell realized he had been talking with Samantha for over half an hour when Don wanted to touch base with him. His smile faded as he read the text message, unable to hide his disappointment.
"Well, I gotta get back to Don Baker's room, but it was nice meeting you Samantha," Lowell said, shaking her hand again. "Let's chat again before school starts. I would love to pick your brain about some more things. What are you up to tomorrow?"
"Not much, I should be free most of the day," Samantha quickly replied. That was a lie. Samantha was always busiest when Doug was out of town. Those days usually consisted of parenting and doing work around the house. However, Samantha didn't care. She would find a way to make time for Lowell.
"Cool, let's exchange numbers and we'll set up a time to grab some Starbucks," Lowell said as he handed his phone to Samantha with the CREATE NEW CONTACT page open.
Samantha eagerly typed her number into Lowell's phone. He grabbed it and sent her a text message with his contact information. "Thanks Samantha, I'll be in touch with you later," he said cheerfully. Samantha watched him walk away, admiring his muscular frame and confident gait.
After Lowell left, Samantha couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She was thrilled at the prospect of meeting with him outside of school. Samantha's mind raced with possibilities. What would they talk about over coffee? What did he want to pick her brain about? She was looking forward to finding out.
She worked in her office for two more hours before leaving the campus. Shortly after arriving home, she received a text message: Hi Samantha, this is Lowell. Let's meet at the Starbucks on 2866 W March Lane tomorrow. Does 7pm work for you?
This Starbucks was located in the same parking lot of the Extended Stay America where he lives. Samantha wondered if he chose it for his convenience, or some other reason. She contemplated how to get away from the house at that time to see him. The fact that Doug would be out of town made things easier, but the kids were another matter.
Then the idea came to her. She would send the girls to her mother's house for the weekend and drop them off before meeting with Lowell. This would be easy to do. It had been a while since she sent the girls on an impromptu trip to their grandmother's house. Samantha avoided doing this too often since her mother was getting older.
The truth is, Samantha wouldn't even need to give her mother a reason to take them. She adored her grandchildren and always enjoyed hosting them. If Doug asked, Samantha would say that she wanted the girls to have some fun while she enjoyed a nice, quiet weekend. She finally replied to Lowell's text message to confirm their meeting.
Samantha went downstairs and was happy to see Doug and their daughters gathered around a Monopoly board on the coffee table. He was taking his time with each turn and carefully calculating his next move. Their older daughter Megan was eyeing the board, trying to decide where to place her next hotel. Their younger daughter Kayla was happily playing with the miniature cars, sometimes looking up to see what was happening.
Despite the occasional bickering over who owned what property or whose turn it was, they all seemed happy to be spending time together. Samantha smiled as she watched her family.
Doug was a good father, and Samantha was grateful for that. Even though he was about to leave for the airport, Doug always made sure to spend quality time with his girls before he left on his trips. It wasn't easy for them to have Doug gone three days a week, but he made up for it by being a big part of their lives when he was home.
As she watched them play, Samantha realized that this was the kind of moment that made it all worth it. The family time, the laughter, the memories - it was what kept her going through all the sexual frustration with Doug.
She took another sip of wine, enjoying the playful banter and watching the faces of her daughters light up with excitement. Despite her own anticipation about meeting Lowell tomorrow, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt. Moments like these reminded her of what she had to lose if she didn't keep things under control.
But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present, on the sound of her family's laughter, on the warmth of the room. She was grateful for her family and the love they shared.
Doug's phone beeped with a reminder that it was time to go. He stopped the game and gathered his family around him.
"Alright girls, let's say our usual prayer before I leave for the airport," Doug said, holding out his hands for his daughters to take.
Megan and Kayla took their father's hands, and Samantha joined in. Together, they closed their eyes and bowed their heads as Doug led them in prayer.
"Dear God, we thank you for this time together as a family. We ask that you watch over us and keep us safe while we're apart. Please guide me in my travels and bring me back home to my beautiful family. Amen."
"Amen," Megan and Kayla echoed.
When the prayer was over, Doug gave each of his daughters a hug and Samantha a quick peck on the lips. "I'll miss you girls," he said, as he grabbed his bags and headed towards the door.
"We'll miss you too," Samantha replied, as she walked him to the door. "Be safe and we'll see you on Sunday."
Samantha waited until she heard the sound of Doug's car engine fade into the distance before grabbing her vibrator and heading to the bathroom. She lit a few candles and put on some soothing music before pouring herself another glass of wine. Once the tub was full, she slipped off her clothes and sank into the serene water, feeling the tension melt away from her muscles.
As she soaked in the tub, Samantha added some of her favorite lavender-scented bubbles to the water. She closed her eyes and let the water envelop her. She thought about Lowell and pictured him standing in front of her, his hands caressing her body, his lips pressing against hers. She could feel herself getting aroused as she let her imagination run wild. She couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.
Both Samantha and Lowell had a little extra pep in their step when they woke up on Friday. Samantha slept very well after wearing herself out last night with her vibrator during an extra-long bubble bath. Orgasm after orgasm, she fantasized about Lowell's great physique and imagined having sex with him.
Lowell had been unable to get Samantha out of his head since the moment he saw her. He was looking forward to seeing what happens today. Is Samantha just an overly-friendly colleague eager to help out? Or was the chemistry he felt with her yesterday real? Just thinking about the latter would make his dick nearly burst out of his zipper.
As their meeting time approached, Lowell took a long shower and fastidiously groomed himself. He neatly trimmed the pubic hair surrounding his impressive 9-inch cock. Now was as good of a time as any to use that expensive cologne collecting dust in his medicine cabinet. He chose a tight, gray t-shirt that showed off his muscular upper body. He wore one of his favorite pairs of green cargo shorts. Feeling good about his appearance, Lowell left his suite and walked over to the Starbucks.
Earlier at Samantha's house, she called her daughters into the living room.
"Girls, I need to talk with you," she said, in an authoritative tone.
"What is going on, Mom?" her older daughter, Megan, asked.
"I'm dropping you off at Grandma's house for the weekend," Samantha said, bracing herself.
"Really? Why?" Kayla asked.
"Well, it would be nice for you two to spend some time with Grandma. She misses you," Samantha said, trying to come up with a plausible reason.
"But we were going to have a sleepover tonight," Megan protested.
"I know, sweetie, but I have a lot of work to do before school starts in a couple weeks," Samantha said, hoping that her daughters wouldn't push the issue.
Kayla didn't seem to be bothered by the change of plans, but Megan looked disappointed.
"Can we help with your work?" Megan asked.
"No, I'm sorry, Megan. This is something I need to do on my own," Samantha said, hoping that Megan wouldn't ask any more questions.
"Okay," Megan said, sighing.
Samantha hugged her daughters tightly, feeling guilty about the situation. She loved her girls more than anything in the world, but she knew that she needed to do this for herself.
After sending her daughters to their rooms to pack, Samantha began her own preparations. She rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would make her feel confident and sexy without overdoing it.
She found her Victoria's Secret stash buried deep in her closet inside a Bankers Box. She had made these purchases several years ago and had rarely worn any of them. Once it became apparent that it took longer for her to put them on than her husband could last, she retired the collection.
"This is just a friendly cup of coffee with a new colleague," she said aloud to herself, but not entirely convinced. She couldn't shake the desire to feel and look her best for Lowell. Perusing the box, she chose a sexy black lace bra-and-thong set to wear underneath her outfit. "I haven't worn this in years," she said. Despite her hesitation, she put them on, feeling a rush of excitement as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Next, Samantha picked out her clothes. She decided on a pair of tight blue jeans and a black tank top. The jeans accentuated her shapely butt and toned legs. The tank top revealed just the right amount of cleavage. She wore her favorite pair of open-toed high heels. She meticulously applied light makeup and her pink lip gloss. Samantha inspected herself in the mirror and smiled with pride. She was ready.
Samantha summoned her daughters and they hopped into the car to head to her mother's house. Megan looked over at her mom and noticed that she was dressed nicer than usual. "Mom, why are you dressed up? Are you going somewhere after you drop us off?" Megan asked curiously.
Samantha tried to play it cool. "No, honey. I just wanted to wear something nice today," she said, praying that Megan wouldn't press further.
"Oh, okay. You look really pretty," Megan complimented her mother.
Samantha felt herself starting to blush. "Thanks, Megan. I wanted to feel good today and I really like this outfit. In fact, since you're being such a good sport about going to Grandma's, I'll take you shopping next week so you can get a cute outfit too," she said.
Megan's face lit up. "Really? Yeah, I would like that! Thanks, Mom," she said enthusiastically.
Samantha breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was able to deflect Megan's questions. Her oldest daughter was more perceptive than she gave her credit for.
"So, what are you girls going to do when you get to Grandma's?" she asked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror.
"I want to bake cookies with Grandma!" Kayla exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"I want to watch movies and eat popcorn," Megan added.
Samantha smiled, happy to see her daughters starting to perk up.
"Sounds like a plan. Grandma also said she is taking you to the pool tomorrow," Samantha said.
Kayla let out a squeal of delight, while Megan's response was a bit more subdued.
As they approached their destination, Samantha parked the car in front of her mother's house. She decided not to go inside so her mother wouldn't also wonder about her attire. She turned around to face her daughters.
"Okay, girls. We're here. Remember to be on your best behavior, and I'll be back to pick you up on Sunday," she said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
"Love you, Mom," Megan and Kayla echoed.
Samantha hugged her daughters tightly before they got out of the car and grabbed their backpacks. She watched as they ran up to the front door. She waved goodbye and drove to her meeting with Lowell.
While sitting at a stoplight, Samantha noticed her wedding ring sparkling in the sunlight. She took stock of herself and couldn't remember the last time she put this much effort into her appearance. She was about to meet with a man she has an insatiable lust for. It didn't take a genius to figure out where this could be headed.
This was so out of character for Samantha. Lowell had already given her what she was looking for: a fantasy to rekindle the fire in her. Instead of leaving it at that, she was crossing into dangerous territory and had never shown such a lack of restraint. She was a married woman, happily married at that. Her vows meant something to her.
What the hell am I doing? She wondered.
Part of her wanted to turn around and drive home, to just forget about the whole thing. If Lowell really needed advice, he could talk with her at school. But she enjoyed helping others and it wasn't in her nature to turn down people in need.
Samantha felt a tingle in her pussy that she couldn't ignore. The excitement of the unknown and where this meeting could lead was just too tempting to resist. She had to go through with it.
She pulled into the parking lot and found a spot between the Extended Stay America and Starbucks. She walked into the Starbucks and saw Lowell sitting at a table by himself. When Lowell noticed Samantha, he smiled and approached her.
"Good to see you, Samantha," Lowell said, grinning and shaking her hand. "Thanks for coming."
Lowell couldn't help but admire her beauty. She looked stunning in her tight jeans and black tank top. The outfit hugged her curves in all the right places. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body when he saw a black lace bra subtly peeking out from under her top.
Samantha noticed how well-groomed Lowell was. He was clean-shaven and his cologne was intoxicating. His tight t-shirt could barely contain his sculpted muscles. She had an even better idea of how fit he actually was.
If his muscles are this big, what must his cock be like? Samantha wondered lustfully.
"Let's get some drinks and we'll grab that table over there," he said, ushering her to the cashier's counter. Samantha asked the barista for an iced caramel macchiato. Lowell got a hot chocolate.
The two sat down at a table after getting their drinks and continued their conversation from yesterday. "So, what did you want to pick my brain about?" she asked cheerfully.
As Lowell asked her for advice on handling various issues with students, she stole some glances at his broad shoulders and strong arms, imagining what he would look like shirtless. She found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to alleviate the throbbing sensation between her thighs.
Sipping on his hot chocolate, Lowell leaned forward and asked Samantha, "So, what is your secret for dealing with defiant students?"
"Well," Samantha said. "You should make it very clear from the start that you won't tolerate any disrespect. Give them warnings, and if they keep acting up, send them straight to the principal's office. And if that doesn't work, call their parents. Usually, just the threat of calling their parents is enough to get them in line."
Lowell nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. I guess sometimes you have to be tough to earn their respect."
"Exactly," Samantha said, taking a sip of her drink. "And it's not just about the students. You have to establish your authority with the parents too. If they see that you won't put up with any nonsense, they are more likely to respect you and support you."
"I see what you mean," Lowell said. "I'll make sure to do this starting on the first day."
"It will work," Samantha said with a smile. "Just don't be afraid to be a little tough. It's for their own good in the long run."
As Samantha spoke, Lowell couldn't help but be impressed by how she carried herself. She wasn't afraid to give him advice that went against the politically correct crap he learned while getting his teaching credential. The incredible wisdom she displayed only added to her allure.
"Thanks for all the advice, Samantha," he said, genuinely grateful. "I would love to learn more about your background. Where are you from?"
Samantha smiled, happy to share her story. "Well, I grew up in Stockton and graduated from Edison High School, which is just a few miles from here," she said. "My parents were both educators, my dad was a middle school principal and my mom was a kindergarten teacher."
"Sounds like education runs in your blood," Lowell chuckled. "What were you like in high school?"
"I was pretty involved in extracurricular activities like debate and student government. My parents were always supportive of me, but they could also be pretty overbearing at times."
Lowell nodded sympathetically. "I know the feeling. My parents were the same way."
"Yeah, but it definitely helped me in the long run. I ended up getting accepted into UC Davis and got my bachelor's degree in human development. The rest is history, as they say. What about you? Where did you grow up?"
"I grew up in Castro Valley," Lowell said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "It's a small town in the Bay Area, about an hour west of Stockton. My dad is an engineer and my mom works for a property management company."
The time flew by as they talked about everything from their childhoods to their passions. Samantha discovered that she had more in common with Lowell than she had originally thought. They both loved biking, classic films, and reading. Samantha had always been disappointed that she and Doug didn't share these same interests.
She felt a surge of excitement as she realized how intellectually stimulating Lowell was, despite the fact that he was 18 years younger than her. It had been so long since she had an interesting and thought-provoking discussion with Doug. Maybe this was the root of the problem with her marriage. The lack of compelling and passionate conversations amplified the unsatisfying sex.
Samantha found herself growing more and more comfortable with Lowell. As they shifted their conversation towards their families, Lowell was interested in hearing about Samantha's husband and daughters.
"Tell me more about your husband. And how old are your daughters?" Lowell asked.
Samantha smiled and replied, "Doug is a pilot for United Airlines and we've been married for 14 years. We have two daughters, Megan who is 12 and Kayla who is 10."
Lowell looked impressed. "Wow, being married for 14 years is quite an accomplishment. How do you make it work?"
Samantha hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's not always easy. We have our ups and downs, but I'm committed to making it work."
Lowell noticed the hint of sadness in Samantha's voice and could feel the tension in the air. He sensed there was more she wanted to say. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that there are ups and downs. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."
Samantha's heart fluttered at Lowell's remark. How could a man as good-looking and interesting as him also be so kind-hearted? Samantha felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She decided to take a chance and confide in Lowell.
"To be honest, Doug and I have been having issues in the bedroom for years," she admitted. "I have tried so many times to convince him to see a therapist with me to improve our sex life. But he won't do it. It's like he doesn't even care anymore."
Lowell's eyes widened in astonishment. "Are you serious? I can't believe he's not doing everything he can to satisfy you. If I had a wife as beautiful as you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of her," he said, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice.
