The bait ...

It all started when I told my girfriend [T] that I was looking for a new abode. She called me at work the following day regarding a privately advertised waterfront place. We decided to check it out that afternoon and made arrangements to meet the owner around 6pm.

The directions were straight forward. The house was situated at the bottom of a hill and had a 45 degree steep driveway. [T] was freaking out. We drove down on low gear and parked in a cul de sac shape leveled area overlooking the roof tiles. The worse was not over yet, another 50 steep narrow steps before getting to the front patio. Looking at [T]'s face expression, I was struggling to keep a straight face. She was cursing under her breath her decision to come along.

The view was breathtaking complimented by a Chris Isaak tune. A man in his early thirties came out to greet us wearing a Polo T/Shirt and tight blue jeans. His face features were very ordinary, but there was something about him that I found intringuing. A tennis ball size protrusion between his legs!

In an instant, my focus shifted a 180 degree turn from its original purpose. My surreptituous glances only served to ignite the current state of mind I was in. I so wanted to see what's beneath those pants, and was struggling to visualise this inchoate form in my mind. I kept steering his attention to the opposite direction enabling me to throw furtive looks discreetly at his protuberance.

As he turned around to show us the place, I noticed he had a V shaped back accentuated by a great physique but to my disapointment no "derriere". He was flat. He had one of my favourite aftershave on which made my composure a task from hell. I became more conscious of the proximity of our bodies and turned purposely brushing my erected nipple beneath my blouse againt his bare arm. I was on heat with one mission on mind "to fuck the living daylight out of him".

The place was clean and tidy which meant he was the hygienic type and maybe... shaven. I was studying his moves trying to picture what he would be like in bed, what it would be like smoking his blue vein cigar. Just like a fish taking the bait I was hooked and waiting for him to reel me in.

Back in the car [T] asked me: " What do you think ?"

"Yeah, it's nice. Did you notice his bulge ? " : I couldn't refrain myself from asking.

"Well, it was hard not to take notice especially in those tight jeans he was wearing, I couldn't help staring " : she replied, laughingly.

" Tell me about it. Imagine what it would look like erected ? I wouldn't mind seeing it in action. To be more precise, I wouldn't mind riding it " : I added.

" You have a boyfriend ! You shouldn't be talking like that ! " : she said indignantly.

" Look who's talking ! Was it me humping a married work colleague early hours in the morning in the backseat, after a late night shift couple of days ago ? " : I sharply retorted putting mother Theresa back in her shoes.

My boyfriend called later that night. I told him I found a place. He was silent the minute he heard I was moving in with a male flatmate. He wasn't happy with the idea.

" Why don't you move in with me ?" : he asked taking me by surprise.

" I think it's too soon. Plus you told me that you liked your own space and that I should not expect to see you every weekend nor during weekdays ! " : I replied.

" Yeah I know, but that was before I fell for you. I want to be with you " : he insisted.

"Me too honey, but I'm worried if we spent too much time together you might tire of me " : I said reassuringly.

"No I wont. I'm in love with you ! And what if something happens between you two" ; he added.

" Don't be silly, he's ugly. You're much better looking " : I retorted convincingly .

The thing is I did not lie. My boyfriend was much better looking but lacked sex apeal. In society's eyes, we were the perfect couple, our looks complimented each other. Little did anyone know that I wasn't satisfied with our sex life. He was a great kisser but that's where it stopped...