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[ Skyro & Tortoise Shell ] O f f i c e Days and Nights;;

Simon's night went well after that. He went home, climbed into bed after a few beers and watching the highlight's of the week's soccer. He fell asleep that night with a smile upon his face.

He didn't wake up until midday the next day. This means he missed his usual run, as well as Soccer AM. Extremely unusual for someone with Simon's time keeping. But he wasn't fussed, he snatched up his phone about three, trying not to seem too forward. She was married after all. It took him nearly thirty minutes to form the actual text he wanted to send.

"Cinéma tonight, about seven?" he eventually settled on. Even he didn't know why it took so long to write that. He signed it with a small 'x' and pressed send. He busied himself with making lunch while he awaited her response.
 
Desiree chuckled as her phone finally beeped, studying the writing. She wondered if he was french or simply trying to impress her. Either way, she found it quite cute. Unlike him, she didn't bother wasting hours, responding a mere moment after he texted her.

"Sounds good. Pick me up in front of the Hilton," she quickly wrote and pressed send. At seven, she stood in front of the hotel, dressed in a very simple manner. She wore a pair of skinny washed out jeans ripped along her knees, light pastel colored sneakers, a beige blazer and a creamy transparent lacy top, showing off her matching bra, her breasts swelling above the fabric. Her hair was straight that day, and she didn't bother to wear any makeup other than her usual hint of eyeliner.

Sitting down at the bench, she waited for the man, trying to seem happy although she doubted he would have noticed that she looked down either way.
 
Simon spent a while carefully choosing what it was that he would wear. In this respect, he often acted like the girl in the relationship himself.

He decided upon casual. A pair of stonewashed, bootleg jeans with a leather belt to hold them up. His favourite buckled accompnied the belt, a clock face. Bought for him on his 21st birthday by his university friends.

He also wore a skyblue shirt with the two top buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up. A pair of dark trainers, and a jumper in a charcole grey colour. His hair was as it warly messy but it was that way purely because he had spent half an hour putting it that way!

Soon, he was driving along the motorway. A hotel? He had no idea why a married woman would be there but he supposed the idea was not to make her husband - whoever that might be - jealous. So he'd just play along. His car, a silver Rolls Royce was his pride and joy. Imported from England, where he grew up for the first ten years of his life, it had the driver's side on the oppsite side of the car. He always felt unique driving it.

He pulled up outside the hotel at about five to seven and rolled down his window to see a woman looking more beautiful than he thought was possible. It took him a while to make sure this was the girl he was going out with. He leaned out the window, "How much for you then?" he said with a sly smile and a wink.
 
Desiree eagerly stood up as the Rolls Royce came to a halt in front of her, the man leaning out of the window. She giggled at his odd introduction, walking up to the window from his side. "It's all free for you, baby," she wiggled her eyebrows, laughing. She then walked around the car, pulling the door open to take a seat in it.

She wondered why he didn't ask anything about her choice of location - and quickly came to a conclusion that he probably thought they were having some kind of an affair. She wasn't about to tell him that he was wrong, perferring that over the humiliation of being cheated on with a skanky secretary.

She studied him slowly, looking a lot more relaxed and laid back than he usually did. She liked him that way, it was oddly arousing. "You look good," she grinned, leaning back against the seat comfortably. "So...What are we watching tonight?" She wondered twisting a lock of hair between her fingers.
 
Simon watched as she clambered in and sexily sat next to him in her fairly shape revealing clothes. He was starting to get aroused just seeing her sitting there, playing with her hair like teenage. He felt like a teenager at the very least. He was happy, he had scored the hot chick for the dance as far as he was concerned.

"hm.." He had of course googled the showing times early, being the one for time. "Well, there's a choice isn't there?" He grinned. "Comedy, Horror, Drama.. you get the picture." He paused for a second to let her mull over her answer. "Only, I don't think they show pornography, which is a sham..." He smiled and giggled at her.

"So, its up to you, most films start around eight anyway."
 
Desiree chuckled at his comment, nodding. "Mhm, it's really awful," she teased with a grin, thinking. She didn't really care what was playing - she would probably end up falling asleep halfway through the movie, or he would manage to keep her distracted in which case she had no intention of following the movie.

"How about...We go see something really, really lame," she offered with a flirty expression. "And I'll make sure that you love it," she teased, dragging her teeth along her lower lip. She felt like a slut for offering such a thing, yet she needed something more than just talking.
 
He chuckled at her comment. "Romantic comedy it is!" he gave a little laugh and put his hands back on the steering wheel. He pushed the peddle down and soon they were hurtling towards the cinema.

They drove for about ten minutes, general chit-chat kept them entertained. Soon they pulled up outside the cinema and pushed the glass doors open into the foyer. He ordered tickets for something called 'Romantic Somethingarther,' he had no real idea what it was about. He just wanted to make sure he got a spot at the back of the cinema.

They were soon walking among the isles, his hand leading hers, towards the back row of the cinema. They exchanged glances and a sly smile. They seated at the back, the cinema was pretty much empty apart from a few teenage couples. They looked like they had the same plans as them though. A big grin plastered Simon's face, "should be a good movie..." he said with a good chuckle.
 
Desiree walked along the mostly empty cinema, studying the teenage couples. Some of them seemed to be completely and desperately in love, a sight that caused her to sigh softly. He’ll betray you, she was about to tell one of the girls as the teen’s boyfriend offered her a wolfish grin.

Nonetheless, the teenagers didn’t seem to be as perverted as they were since nobody actually got to the back row, the only place where nobody would know what they were up to. She frowned, cursing herself for not having worn a skirt.

“Mhm,” she replied with a grin, taking a seat next to Simon. She pushed up the handle separating the two of them, her heart skipping a beat. She was about to become the same person her husband was. Ah, what’s the hell, she told herself, watching the lights go out. She shifted slightly, pressing up against her date, her hand coming to rest on his thigh.
 
Already he was beginning to feel aroused, his bulge growing in the darkness. "Hmm..." he said, "I like the beginning of this film."

he returned the favour, squeezing her thigh slightly and moving so their shoulders pressed together. His other arm raised and was put around her shoulder. Pulling her head into his shoulder slightly.

"I like the beginning very much."
 
Desiree turned her head to look up at the man, a light grin playing on her face. “Mhm, so do I,” she murmured, her hand sliding up his tight at a painfully slow pace before sliding down slightly, grazing the impressive bulge in his pants slowly, applying firm pressure upon him.

“So do you want to watch, or…?” She murmured with a grin, her free hand sliding upward, her fingers intertwining with his. Her face remained turned toward his one, studying his expressions as she rubbed his growing erection.
 
His erection gew as her hand slowly carressed him. "Watch?" he said with a smile, "rather play..."

His hand on her thigh slipped further up her leg, toying with the button on her jeans. "Well.." he paused and eyed her up, "what about you?"

Their hands were interwined, this was different from their last sexual endevour. This seemed more meaningful. At least it was for him. He wasn't so sure about her, there was something about her face that said she had alternative motives. Or, at the very least, additional ones.
 
Desiree giggled softly as he spoke, his hand sliding up her leg to toy with the button on her jeans. She slid her free hand away from his, resting it on his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin. He was extremely handsome, she decided, watching the young man.

“Oh, I would definitely like to play,” she teased, turning his head toward her gently. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his. “So how about you give me a kiss?” she murmured, delivering his bulge a firm yet gentle squeeze.

Despite her firm desire to keep things detached, she did like Simon. He was sweet and actually seemed able to feel guilty unlike the man whose ring she was no longer wearing.
 
She seemed so open, so fun. He was enjoying himself here. The film had just through the opening credits and he had little interest in watching it. He smiled at her small request for a kiss. "hm.." he thought, "I suppose you can have a little one," he said pressing his lips to hers for a slight second before pulling away. A huge grin covered his face. "I did say little," he reminded her.

All the while, his free hand slowly undid her jean button and slid down the zip, before returning to gently massage her thigh.

Your move/. He thought with a smile on the inside.
 
Desiree responded to the brief kiss, grinning at him. “Mhm, you are a tease,” she laughed softly, her hand sliding lower toward his chest. Her hand on his crotch remained there, stroking him through the fabric of his pants before undoing them. Instead of returning to his thigh, however, she let her hand slide under the jeans’ fabric, stroking him through his briefs.

“What if I want a long, sexy kiss?” She purred, lifting her chin to press her lips against his ones once again. This kiss was incomparable to any others they have shared earlier. Slow, sensual and affectionate, she couldn’t help but let out a low sigh against him after a while, her breathing steadily growing rapid and irregular.
 
The scene between them grew more and more sensual. Her hand stroking his cock made him very excited as he grew to almost full length. The kiss was a lingering one, it felt good on his lips. It was a loving kiss that he had not experienced for a very long time.

It was also a passionate kiss, Simon took this as his cue to slip his hand over the top of the girl's unwear and slowly rub. His other hand went to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer to press his lips further into hers. He said nothing, his actions and the kisses were more than any words could say.

I want you.
 
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