"C'mon Linda, this is the fifth bloody shop we've been in. How hard can it be to find a pair of jeans you actually like? The game starts in an hour or so."

My husband Rob was in one of his moods. Grouchy, exasperated and stroppy. The same mood that seemed to wash over him every time I so much as suggested a Saturday trip to the local mall.

"For god's sake, Rob, we've got plenty of time. It's only a twenty-minute drive home."

"Yeah, but, it's a cup tie." He wasn't letting up. "It's important Lin."

There he went, whingeing like a toddler. Honestly, if he'd called me Mummy and stamped his foot I wouldn't have been surprised.

I wondered how much money he'd wasted in the bookies this time.

I'd thought maybe just for once, that we could have a reasonably pleasant Saturday. One that maybe didn't involve his precious fucking football. Obviously I was wrong. Once again it was Football 1 - 0 Linda.

Granted it was 1.00pm and we hadn't stopped for lunch yet either. He was getting 'hangry'. But, I didn't want to have a bloated tummy if I found the right jeans to try on. A girl can have standards can't she?

I came up with a better idea and showed him a red card. "Tell you what, Rob, take the car. Go home and watch the game. I'll grab the shuttle bus later. I might even call Dawn and see if she wants to catch a movie later. You can order a kebab or something for dinner."

"But Lin..." he tried to argue.

I cut him off. "Just go home and watch your precious fucking game. Honestly, I don't know why I bother with you sometimes."

He skulked off without a backward glance.

Now Mr. Grumpy was out of the way I decided to curtail my search for a few minutes and grab a coffee.

As I sip my sugarless, black Americano, let me tell you a bit about me. I'm Linda. I'm forty-five, and I've been married to Rob for twenty-three years. He's barely looked at me for the last ten of them. I'm a mum to one daughter. Mel, she's twenty-two and left home six months ago.

I've been told I don't look too shabby for 45. I'm five-foot-two, a dyed redhead. Glasses, 34C boobs and good legs for my diminutive stature. But, about a year ago I overheard two of the younger chaps at work gossiping about the eye candy. And I quote: "I used to think Linda was the office milf, but just lately her age is creeping up and she's looking a bit...saggy."

I was fucking mortified. I'd let myself slip. So I dieted like crazy. No more sneaky cakes. No more chocolate treats. No more sugary, frothy barista made coffees. Wine was the challenge. From three glasses an evening, down to two a week. And believe me, being married to Rob, life is a damn sight more interesting after a second glass of Merlot.

I joined a gym too. Four mornings a week, 6.30am, trimming, toning, and shaping up.

Now I'm back to healthy and trim nine stone. My legs and bum look fine again, I've flattened my tummy and I've actually never felt better.

All the money I saved on sugary treats, coffee and wine, I salted away for a shopping spree and a hairdo which I'd gotten done last weekend.

My mission this Saturday, though, was jeans. Not the cheapy ones from Primark or Sainsbury's. I was after the kind of jeans that are a friend for life. The ones that showcased your legs and butt. An investment that could turn heads and make a girl feel fabulous.

I'd trawled all the chain stores and found nothing so far, not that I'd expected to. There was just one place left to try which I'd deliberately left till last. I knew if I found 'the jeans' here, they were going to cost a serious chunk of my treat money: Stateside Denims & Outfitters.

I walked in and it was like entering a bar in Nashville, a million miles from dreary South London. Lowish light, neon signs, Country/Rock (which I love) playing on the shop stereo. And oh my god, the four salesgirls. Let me tell you, these girls would've looked just as at home cheerleading the Dallas Cowboys as selling jeans.

The racks and shelves were all adorned with the kinds of clothes I love. Soft cotton tanks and tees, slouchy flannels in every colour, and jeans in every fit and finish. I felt like I'd stepped into the costume department of Big Sky.

I perused at leisure, enjoying the overall vibe of the place. I had the whole afternoon to myself and I intended to make the most of it. No Rob, no hassle, just myself to please.

And this is where this little tale gets interesting. A lot more interesting.

I've never cheated on Rob (god only knows why not), and I've certainly never fooled around with another girl (not since a few delicious encounters with Jackie Wright at school anyway). But one of the sales girls was definitely 'looking' at me. It was almost like she was stalking me around the shop. And I had to admit, I liked the attention. The smiles and unspoken flirtatious nature were a much needed thrill.

I smiled back, brushed an imaginary stray hair over my ear, and shyly averted my gaze.

She was gorgeous. A little taller than me. Slim but not skinny. Long honey blonde hair that hung in seductive waves to the middle of her back. She wore a double layer tank top with buttons up the front drawing attention to her perky little boobs. A loose flannel shirt that hung from her shoulders revealed beautiful, very expensively tattooed upper arms. And of course, perfectly fitted jeans that showed off her bum to utter perfection. I could most definitely be persuaded.

There was something oddly familiar about her though. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.

As I ran my fingers over a shirt she walked over to me.

"Can I help you find anyth... Linda? Sorry I mean, Mrs Hill? I am right, aren't I? Is it you?"

When she spoke it dawned on me who she was. "Natalie, oh my goodness is that you? I haven't seen you since you were, what, sixteen? It must be six years at least? And please, just Linda."

She and my daughter Mel had been really close friends at school up until Mel was sixteen. They'd had a big falling out that I'd never been privy to the details of, but Mel would never even talk about her after it happened. Sadly I'd never seen her since. She was always lovely to be around.

She gave me a friendly, if very tight hug. "Everyone just calls me Nat now. Wow it's so good to see you again and I have to say, you look amazing. What can I help you with today?"

"It's lovely to see you too," I replied smiling, "and pffft, says you! Have you looked in the mirror lately? You've grown up stunning. I'm actually after a pair of amazing jeans as a treat to myself, and yours look just about perfect."

She grinned at me, "Well sadly, these are old stock. We still carry this fit, just without the button fly, which I prefer. This cut would look great on you though. Wait there for mo."

She disappeared for a second, and came back holding two pairs. One in a sexy worn mid blue, the other, a classic brand-new indigo. She never even bothered to ask my size. Talk about professional.

"Here you go, sexy lady. Go and try these on, then come out and give me a twirl. The changing rooms are just over there."

She gave my backside a more than friendly pat as she ushered me to the changing rooms.

I quickly shucked my jacket and grotty old jeans, and for good measure took my socks off. I figured my bare feet and painted toes would look better for showing off to her. I slipped the first pair of indigos on, and wow. She was right. They fit perfectly, they felt wonderful, and if I say so myself, looked great, hugging me in all the right places. I admired myself in the mirror for a second, took a deep breath and stepped out.

"Wooohooo," Natalie catcalled jokingly. "Look... at... you in those. You look scrumptious."

"Calm down, Nat, calm down." I laughed outwardly but inside, I loved her reaction.

She walked over to me and grabbed the belt loops, hoisting them up further. I tried to suppress a gasp as the centre seam rubbed up into me.

"Now that! Is how a butt should look in jeans. What do you think Roz?"

Natalie then smoothed the fabric over my hips and arse, then discreetly clenched my cheeks in her hands, sending a jolt of electricity through me. It was overfamiliar, but Christ, I hadn't been touched anything like that in years.

An attractive brunette a little younger than me walked over. Presumably the manageress.

"Whoa, we should be paying you to sell the product instead of you buying it. Do you need a job? And I'm not kidding, I have a vacancy. You'd be great here, I can tell."

"I'll give it some thought," I said, only half meaning it. I was loving being the star attraction if only for a few minutes.

"Now, gorgeous, go try on the other pair, pleeease. I'm dying to see them on you," Nat said excitedly. She followed with a whisper. "If you need any help in there and I mean any help, just ask sexy." She grabbed my bum as I walked off for good measure.

Bloody hell, I hadn't seen this girl for six years. And now she was seriously coming on to me. My heart raced and my mouth was dry as I went back into the dressing room. I felt those long forgotten twinges of arousal, that feeling of being desired. I was being hit on by a girl twenty-three years my junior, and I loved it. She was hot as hell, and I'd been feeling neglected in the bedroom for a long long time.

"Screw Rob." I thought to myself. I was ready for some fun of my own. If it happened to be with this gorgeous young woman who was I to argue? Surely it'd be rude to refuse?

I tugged off the first pair and slipped into the second. I pointed my toes, posing in the mirror before heading out to show Nat and Roz.

Nat's reaction was even more enthusiastic than before. She repeated the tug on the belt loops, pulling the denim and my knickers tightly between my thighs, only fuelling my own arousal further. She ran her hands over my thighs, my hips, my backside, before breathing in my ear.

"Fuck me Lin, I'd love to peel these off you sometime. Do you have any idea how sexy you look?"

I suppressed a moan as Roz walked over. Nat's hands were clawing into my arse. She handed me a card, her mobile number scrawled on the back.

She raised an eyebrow and gave me an appreciative, "Mmm very nice indeed."

"I mean it, give me a call. I'd love to have you as part of the team here. Nat says you used to work retail, and it's an Assistant Manager I'm after. Think it over, please. Oh and I'll give you my staff discount of thirty percent on those. It's worth it just to see them on you."

"I, I will Roz, thanks you can count on it," I managed to reply a little breathlessly. "And thank you, so much."

I reluctantly wriggled out of Natalie's grip and slipped back into the dressing room to change so Nat or Roz could ring up my purchases.

I popped the button and shit!! In my haste to try the second pair on the zipper had somehow got trapped by a tiny bow from my knickers and got stuck. I couldn't shift it and didn't want to damage it. So I poked my head out.

"Nat," I half whispered. She came over to the door. "The bloody zipper is stuck. Can you help me please."

She slipped in and shut the door. She knelt in front of me, gently working the zipper free of my knickers.

They were lilac, lacy, and very small. Certainly not for Rob's benefit. I like to keep myself tidy (and by tidy I mean silky smooth) 'down there', and wear nice undies, because it makes ME feel good.

The view of this pretty girl on her knees fiddling with my jeans was exquisite. I felt like I was in one of those soft focus lesbian porn scenes that was building up to something torrid and utterly delicious.

She looked up and smiled. There was a wicked little glint in her azure blue eyes.

"Ooh, pretty undies," she cooed softly. "Someone's in for a treat later."

"Pffft Rob wouldn't even notice if I had undies in his team strip colours," I retorted. "That massive lump of uselessness hasn't touched me in months."

It was so easy, almost automatic to tell her this. Like I was giving her a greenlight to go further.

She eased the jeans down my legs, lightly caressing my smooth thighs. Her fingertips teased behind my knees and up over my hips. She made me shiver with pleasure.

"That's a fucking crime,” she murmured as she teased a manicured purple polished fingernail around the waistband of my knickers.

I trembled and gasped and my tummy sucked in reflexively as I felt her warm breath on my skin.

She stood up and embraced me from behind, looking at our reflection in the mirror. Me in just my T-shirt and increasingly troublesome undies.

"I had such a huge fucking crush on you when I was younger,” she breathed softly into my ear.  "That’s the reason me and Mel fell out. Didn't she ever tell you? I told her I was gay and that I fancied you. She freaked out."

"Ohh god Nat," I whimpered as she kept touching me. She kissed my my neck. "I've never done this before but fuck me that feels wonderful. Don't stop, please don't stop."

I reached behind me, grabbing her hips to pull her tight to me. My whole body was trembling with nervous excitement.

"It's ok, Lin, let me show you, pleeease. I always fancied you like mad."

She began to slide her hand down my tummy. Her fingertips were just slipping behind the flimsy fabric of my knickers, my hips beginning to rock slowly, when there was a knock at the door. It was Roz.

"Everything ok in there?” she enquired. “Nat, if you're up to no good you dirty cow you can play with the new girl another time. We still have other customers y'know."

We heard her chuckling to herself as she walked away.

It was like Roz already knew on some level that I was beginning to seriously consider her offer. And she most definitely knew what Nat and I were up to. Yet I felt no fear or embarrassment. I was too turned on to care.

"Take the job, Lin, please and come back to me soon. I have to go, but please say you will and that I'll see you again."

I turned to face her and she kissed me on the lips, softly at first. I'd never felt anything so exquisite; she actually made me go weak at the knees. I slid my arms around her waist and willingly opened my mouth to allow her tongue to massage mine.

"I'll be back soon, Nat, I promise," I whispered huskily when her mouth left mine. "Fuck! you're beautiful and really I can't wait for more."

She kissed me again and stepped out, closing the door behind her. I was a mess. Breathless, a little confused and very turned on.

I caught my breath, dressed quickly and gathered up my new purchases. Roz gave me a knowing smirk as I approached the cash desk. Nat was busy serving a cute young couple further back in the shop.

"Everything ok for you today?” she enquired. "And I meant it Linda, I'm really serious about you coming to work here."

"Everything is totally perfect, thanks. I've never been looked after so well."

She rang up my jeans minus the promised thirty percent and popped them in a bag. She stroked the back of my hand as I took the bag from her across the counter.

"Are you open after 5.00 on Monday?" I asked. "We can talk about jobs if I pop in after work. I think I'd really like it here."

"Sure thing, I'm here 'til eight most nights. I'll look forward to it."

I paid up, shook Roz's hand and gave Nat a wave as I left the shop.

********

I wandered aimlessly around the mall for another hour or so, but couldn't get the image of Natalie on her knees, or the taste of her strawberry lip gloss off my mind. I called my friend Dawn but it went to voicemail. I didn't want to go home, so I went along to the multiplex and bought a ticket for the first available movie.

Sitting there in the dark, I mentally replayed my encounter with Nat. I laid my jacket across my lap and idly stroked myself over my clothing, relishing the memory of her touch. I couldn't tell you what the film was, or a single aspect of the plot. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts. In my head I planned for my return visit on Monday afternoon.

I got home to find Rob snoring on the sofa, surrounded by six empty beer cans and the wreckage of a lamb doner kebab. There was chili sauce splattered down his shirt and a mess of shredded lettuce and onion in his lap.

'Wow! Lucky me. How could I possibly resist that,' I mused with my tongue firmly in my cheek.

I took a long hot bath and watched tv in bed. He still hadn't appeared when I turned out the light at midnight. Fuck him. I woke up alone the next morning and the miserable tosser barely spoke two words to me through the whole of Sunday.

All this did was cement my decision. I was going to take the job. As long as the money wasn't too different from my current salary, that was going to be the only deal breaker. And I was going to let Natalie do whatever the hell she wanted to me. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Rob plays darts for his local pub on Monday nights, so I told him I had a leaving do to attend after work and wouldn't be home till late. The timing was perfect.

I left work thirty minutes early and changed in the loo before I left. I did my makeup and fluffed out my hair. I changed into a tiny little black thing that somehow passed as a pair of knickers and slipped into my new faded jeans. Finishing up with a tight fitting button front long sleeved tee, heeled ankle boots and a cute vintage suede jacket I'd bought on a whim and hadn't worn in ages.

I walked into Stateside at 5.15pm. I couldn't see Nat but Roz saw me straight away. She came over and gave me a friendly hug as she greeted me before leading me into her small office in the back.

"It's a shame you can't start tomorrow," she laughed. "You've certainly dressed for the job you want and not the job you have."

"I wish I could, believe me, but I have to give a month's notice."

The interview itself was over in about twenty minutes. The salary was actually quite a bit higher than in my current job and working a few late evenings and alternate Saturdays was a small price to pay. Roz had instantly made me feel comfortable and part of the team.

We chatted informally for a few more minutes and just before I left Roz said something that surprised me.

"Linda, I want you to know something. I fully endorse workplace relationships. Two of the other girls are partners and it's obvious you and Nat have a little connection going on. I'm married like you, Linda, but I can honestly say I've had more fun with the girls in this shop than I've ever had at home."

I was stunned and even more excited to start my new adventures, both personally and professionally.

"I told Nat she could scoot off as soon as you and I were done. Go get your girl."

I hugged Roz and kissed her cheek. "Thanks Roz, I can't wait to start."

"She's a lovely girl Lin and I haven't seen her this happy in months. You two go have some fun. Drop by anytime you like in the meantime. It'll be great to see you."

Natalie was waiting for me at the door. She looked sexy as hell in tight jeans and a loose white heavy cotton shirt. The top three buttons were undone and the sleeves were rolled up, her silver necklaces and bracelets shimmered. She kissed my cheek and took my hand.

"Well? When do you start? Tell me everything."

"In a month," I replied excitedly. "C'mon, let's go and celebrate. Do you want to eat here or can I take you somewhere?"

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"My place is only a little way away, I'd rather take you there. That is, if you're not in a rush to go home."

"Not till much later. I'll drive us." I squeezed her hand and whispered back, "I've been thinking of you, of this since Saturday."

We took the lift down to the parking lot and as the doors slid closed she eased up against me and kissed me long deep and slow.

"Fuck, I've been aching to do that," she gasped, holding me tight and squeezing my arse.

The parking level was largely deserted. We dashed to my car, I popped the doors and we dove in. Natalie pulled me close across the centre console and eagerly kissed me again, our tongues entwining. I was feeling brave and slipped my hand into her shirt, closing my hand over a small, warm naked breast. She moaned in approval. I felt her nipple stiffen as I rolled my palm over it. It was my turn to moan in lust. God she felt so silky smooth, so damned fucking sexy.

This was it. I was officially cheating on Rob now. With a sexy much younger girl no less. And Dear Reader, I couldn't have cared less. I felt no guilt and not an ounce of trepidation. All I was aware of were Nat's soft lips, the scent of her perfume, and the throb between my thighs.

As I manoeuvred through the early evening traffic we kept touching each other. Grabbing one another's thighs. Squeezing hands. I almost lost control of myself and the car when Nat stroked slowly and deliberately up my inner thigh. She looked at me, biting her lip as she boldly dragged a fingertip up the crotch of my jeans. Thankful for my car being an automatic, I moved my left leg. This gave her unhindered access to my covered, but no less aroused pussy. She lazily stroked between my legs for the rest of the drive, bringing me to a slow delectable boil.

I couldn't quite believe we'd gone from bumping into each other to touching in a shop dressing room. From necking in the car park, to this, in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Even stranger, was that in no way did it feel wrong.

We pulled into a small close of newly built homes. Nat had bought a cute little two-bedroom house. She proudly told me that she'd saved hard since her early teens and had been able to afford a hefty deposit 'off plan' to secure it.

I parked on her driveway, threw my jacket in the back and followed her to the front door. I grabbed a handful of her tight little backside as she turned the key.

As soon as the door was shut the gloves were off. She pushed me against the door and kissed me hard and passionately. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as she unbuckled and wrenched open my jeans.

I just about managed to kick off my boots as she urgently shoved her hand in, completely bypassing the knickers I'd chosen so carefully.

"Ooohh, fuck someone's excited," she growled in my ear. Her fingertips found my soaking little twat. "Mmm, and you're a smoothie too just like me."

Her palm roughly massaged my clit as she expertly curled two fingers into me. Her free hand snaked up under my top, mauling at my breast.

"You darling," she purred, "are fucking soaking."

"Fuuck...Nat, yesss, finally. Fuck me!!" I claimed her lips in a heated kiss, cupping her pussy over the tight fitting jeans she wore. I squeezed her mons, eliciting a low husky moan as she wrapped her tongue around mine.

We stumbled into the lounge, my jeans round my thighs. Natalie playfully pushed me back onto her plush corner couch. She lifted my ankles pulling my jeans all the way off.

"I said I wanted to peel these off you, good girl for wearing them. Mmm and naughty little black knickers too you bad girl. Did you wear those just for me?"

"Damn right I did," I gasped. "Fuck, I want you Nat. I want you to fuck me. Do anything you want to me because I’ve been aching to fuck you.”

She chuckled, "If your daughter could see us now she'd go fucking mental."

She pulled my socks off and kissed my feet before diving back on me. She frantically rubbed at my overheated cunt, driving her fingers into me as we made out.

She was still dressed, but there was something delightfully sordid about being taken this way. By this gorgeous young woman who wanted me. Me of all people. And she wanted me badly enough to not even bother undressing herself.

I was soaking wet. No hiding it. She slipped her hands under my arse and dragged the little scrap of cloth pretending to be a pair of knickers off of me. She looked so utterly fucking sexy as she held the lacy ruin to her nose and breathed in.

She leant back, displaying herself to me while she slipped her shirt off, my sodden knickers dangling from her teeth. I took the chance to pull off my T-shirt. I hadn't worn a bra, I'd hoped I wouldn't be dressed long enough to need one.

Now I was naked for her. She rocked back on her heels, her thighs splayed wantonly. I couldn't help but notice the darker patch in her crotch, she was wet. I had a sneaky suspicion that my new lover was naked underneath.

I leant forward claiming a perfect candy floss coloured nipple in my lips, circling it with my tongue as Natalie pulled her jeans open. I wasted no time and slid my hand in, my free hand flat on her back pulling her to me. Sure enough my treasure dive was rewarded with a warm, baby smooth, very bare, very wet pussy.

"Mmm, fuck me that feels good," she whimpered.

Muscle memory kicked in from my school days and I eased two fingers into another girl's pussy for the first time in years. I hooked them up to worry at her g-spot as my thumbnail grazed down the lust engorged nub of her clit.

"Ease up Babe," she moaned, pushing me back. "I need to taste you so fucking badly."

She leant back and I lifted my feet onto her shoulders. She kissed my ankles and calves, my toes teasing into her hair. I flexed my knees bringing her to my aching pussy.

She didn't disappoint. The most tongue my pussy had felt in years was a couple of perfunctory 'quick swipes', before Rob clumsily shoved his cock in me for our usual thirty second romp.

You hear the phrase 'up and coming.' Well I'd been down and most definitely not cumming enough. That was about to change in spectacular fashion.

Natalie was a true artiste and obviously took great pride in her work. She found every hidden nook, every neglected crevice in my aroused, puffy swollen folds. She French kissed it. Her tongue swirled, painting a masterpiece on my rippling inner walls. She combined short laps with long, luxurious flat licks. Fuck, she even ran her tongue around my arse for good measure. I felt my first deep spasms, my tummy rippling, my breathing utterly ragged.

She sensed I was close. Giving me the sexiest look I'd ever seen from between my thighs, she corkscrewed three fingers into me, stretching me exquisitely. Her tongue flicked over my clit with the speed and stamina of a power drill.

My body convulsed, my legs locked around her, and for a blissful few seconds the world ceased to turn. I went off like a rocket. This beautiful twenty-two-year-old had just given me the best orgasm of my life. It was.....seismic.

My back arched clear of the couch. "Aaaghhh fuuuckk yeesss," I wailed as I spasmed, shook and convulsed through the tumult.

She grinned that wicked grin, her pretty face glazed in my juices.

"Can you make an excuse and stay the night? I need to eat before we carry on Lover and I want you all night."

It was barely 8.00pm when I texted Rob. The old excuse. I'd decided to have a drink with the girls and Jane from work would put me up. Be home to shower in the morning.

The response was typically minimal. 'Ok Love, see you tomorrow x'. Like he couldn't really give a shit.

Natalie and I shared a pizza and a bottle of wine before carrying on long into the night.

I have to say one thing here. If you've never seen a pretty young woman eating dinner in nothing but her jewellery and sneaker socks, it's a sight to savour. She looked vulnerable, and all the more...naked.

I'll carry the memory of her silky smooth, perfect pink pussy lowering onto my face for the rest of my days. She glistened and dripped enticingly. Her beautiful pussy pouted like it was just begging to be kissed. How could I possibly refuse her? Her knees pushed me deeper into the couch as I gripped her hips and brought her off for the first time. Her slender body arched back, filling me with busy fingers.

I experienced the best night of my life that night. And it was all thanks to buying a pair of jeans.

******

That was two weeks ago and my dummy of a husband is still totally blissfully ignorant. He was surprised but pleased for me at the prospect of changing jobs and to all intents and purposes, our regular humdrum little life continues ad nauseum.

Me though. That's a totally different story. I've snuck off to see Nat half a dozen times since then. And I've been in to see the girls at Stateside just as many after work. All the better to know my new colleagues before starting my new job. I just know I'm going to love it there.

Do I know what the future holds? No.

Do I know where this little adventure will take me? Again no, but it's already taken me to places I could never have imagined three weeks ago.

I get the feeling my sexy new journey is only just beginning. And I intend to enjoy the ride as far as it can go.