"Fuck what a bitch... she thinks she is too good for me." Dave seemed offended.
"Why did you have to do that Dave... you are such a moron... she is a goody two shoes, I have been working on her for a while and she is coming around... now I gotta fix your mess." Scott said with exasperation.
"I am sorry man... that bitch has such a fine ass, I just had to feel it... you have to fix this, I want to fuck this bitch." He now was regretting his actions because it will make things difficult for Scott.
"That's okay. I will take care of it and I understand she does have a fine ass and you gotta feel it before I did." Scott laughed. "Okay I will talk to you later.
Greta was standing by the SUV still seething anger. "I cannot believe it that you are friends with an asshole like that Scott."
"I apologize for him, he is not a bad guy... ever since his divorce he has been a bit different. You know, it was a very huge emotional thing for him. But that is no reason for him to act that way, he was a complete jerk. I am sorry again." Scott easily lied in a sincere voice.
"I bet his wife divorced him because he such a complete jerk." She was not pacified but felt bad that Scott was apologizing for him. "You don't have to apologize for him... not your fault, I think everyone has a friend like that who is a complete asshole."
"You are right... but I have to say, though he has good taste, that is one delectable ass you have." Scott said turning on the charm.
"You are just impossible." She responded with a smile.
Scott opened the door for her and held it open. As she put one foot inside the SUV to get in, Scott put a hand on her taut ass and caressed it.
Looking back, she asked with a tone of annoyance. "Scott what do you think you are doing?" But she made no effort to remove his offending hand. This is what she had explained to her husband would happen if she flirted.
"I have to... I feel so jealous that I have been eyeing this gorgeous ass for so long and that jerk actually got to have a feel of it before I did." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. "You have such an amazing body." He said as he squeezed her ass. "No panty lines... must be wearing a thong?"
"Okay that is enough cheap thrills for you." She removed his hand and climbed inside the SUV. Her heart was beating erratically and goosebumps had formed on her arms.
Scott smiled as he sat down in the SUV. "So what color is your thong?" He asked.
"Stop acting like an adolescent... let's go." Her voice was a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
"Just tell me... what color is your thong... describe it to me." He asked again.
"No Scott... I shouldn't." She said with hesitation.
"Let me see your panties then." Scott pressured her.
"No Scott... no... no... I shouldn't." She whined. Scott noticed that her breathing had changed. He reached for the hook on the front of her dress pants.
Greta grabbed his wrists. "Don't... please don't." She groaned breathing hard.
He just smugly smiled at her as he forcefully unhooked her pant and lowered her zipper. "Stop Scott... someone may see us." She blurted out.
"Don't worry... the windows of my SUV are pretty well tinted no one will see."
"Just look Scott... no touching." She said softly and let go of his wrists.
He just nodded and pushed open the front of her pants. She was wearing a lavender thong with lace waistband. But this was not enough, he wanted to see more.
"Lift up your ass... I need to see your panties properly." He said to her huskily.
"No... Scott... I cannot." She said apprehensively. She was very afraid of the excitement that she was feeling.
"I won't touch... just want to see you properly. Lift up your ass." She reluctantly did and he tugged down her pants to her upper thighs.
"God damn... you are so sexy." He hungrily stared at her smooth, creamy upper thighs and the crotch of her panties. She was feeling her pussy get wet.
"Get on the seat on your knees." Scott demanded touching the front of his pants.
"No Scott... I can't." She reached to pull up her pants.
"Come on just once... please." Grabbing her wrists, he begged making a puppy face.
"No touching." She said. Biting her lower lip gently, Greta did as Scott asked. She was feeling very naughty. Her desire to be more adventurous for her husband overcame her reserved nature.
Seeing her delectable round ass with the back of the thong disappearing between her ass cheeks, he groaned with lust. Unable to stop he touched her ass and squeezed the ass cheeks.
Greta took a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary shiver went through her body. She immediately removed his hand and sat down while pulling up her pants.
"You were not going to touch." She stated evenly.
"Just could not hold myself back... you looked so irresistible." Scott said as he started the SUV. "You know you are an amazing woman... so beautiful, sensuous, charming, intelligent ... I am so glad I know you, there are very few women like you." He was really sweet talking with her.
"Shut up now... you are embarrassing me. I am late for my meeting Scott... let's go." She was in complete disbelief what she had allowed. What she had done. But she still felt the excitement and her pussy was tingling.
Once they reach their office building, Scott asked, "So when can I take you out for dinner?"
"I don't know Scott... it does not seem like a good idea." She said unsurely.
"Hey it is just friends going out for dinner... enjoying each other's company."
"I don't think what happened in the SUV happens between friends." She said warily with a shy smile.
"Sometimes it does... friends can let their hair down with each other have some fun." He smiled charmingly.
"I will again be travelling next week ... when I get back let us go out... think of some good excuse for your hubby, what he doesn't know won't bother him." He winked conspiratorially at her.
She awkwardly smiled at him and without saying anything walked away.
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Entering her office, Greta shut her door. Still in disbelief that she had acted in such a way with another man. She sat down quietly without moving for five minutes just thinking about her actions. There was no doubt how much it had excited her.
She thought about calling her husband but decided not to. Quite a bit of work was waiting for her and she needed to focus on work. Forcing herself to push out all jumbled up thoughts out of her mind, she got back to work.
Valentin kept waiting for her phone call. When she did not call, he assumed that she chickened out and did not go for lunch with Scott. He thought that it would take Greta a little bit of time to open up, embrace the change he was trying to bring about.
Later when Greta got home, she headed straight for her husband's home office. As she entered his office, Valentin swiveled to face her. She had a naughty smile on her face. Seeing her smile that way, he immediately knew that something had happened today.
"How was lunch?" He asked.
Moving forward she straddled him in the chair. Holding his face in her hands, she lovingly kissed her. "I was very bad today honey... I don't know what came over me... promise