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An Affair with an older married lady Part 3

It took awhile before I got the hang of a manual transmission again but it wasn't that hard. It's something you don't easily forget.

Upon reaching near Siglap Center, I gently nudged her awake.

"Turn left at Siglap Center. Then go straight. Turn into xxxx street."

Within minutes we arrived at her place.

"Just park by the roadside."

I silently cursed as I was definitely not getting any action.

"You go to that pub often?"

"Not really. Only now and then."

"Give me your number. Perhaps we could grab a drink again. Next time I'm buying."

I was kind of surprised. Usually I was the one asking for numbers. And usually I didn't as they were one night stands. But I gave her my number anyway.

I killed the engine and got out of the car before helping her out.

"I'm ok. Don't worry. Don't you have to get back to camp?"

"Yeah. I'll walk out and catch a cab."

"Walk down this street till you hit the end, turn left and there will be a staircase. Go up the staircase and you'll be on the main road. It's easier to get a cab."

"Ok."

I turned to leave.

"Hey Mark."

I stopped.

"Yeah?"

Ann pushed a $50 dollar note into my hands.

"For your cab fare."

I tried to reject.

"It's too much. And it's ok. I offered to send you back anyway."

"You don't want cash? What do you want then?"

I was very tempted to ask her to suck my cock.

"It's really ok."

"If you don't take it, you're not respecting me."

Now that was weird. Why the hell would she want me to respect her?

So I took the money anyway.

"I had a nice time chatting with you."

"So did I."

I was lying through my teeth. I really wanted some backseat action.

"Well take care then."

I bade her goodbye and made my way to the main road, thinking it was probably the last time I would see her.

An Affair with an older married lady Part 2

"It's late, how are you getting home?"

"Oh, I drove."

I don't know why but I felt a bit disappointed. No doubt I had picked up women at pubs before, but they usually didn't drive, and were more than happy to hitch a ride or share a cab, usually ending up at my place or even theirs. Somehow, this time I got cockblocked by a car.

"And how are you getting home?"

"I was supposed to drive my friends back to camp."

"Oh."

"You're ok to drive?"

"I guess, I didn't drink that much. Only a couple glasses of wine and the long island tea you bought me."

"That sounds way over the limit."

"Then let's hope I don't encounter a roadblock."

"How about I drive you back and I'll take a cab back to camp?"

"What about your friends?"

"I'm sure they can handle themselves."

"You're sure? That's very sweet of you."

I merely smiled. I did not have to be this nice. But no way was I letting an inebriated woman drive home by herself. Besides, there would be a chance I could get some action.

"Where do you stay?"

She told me the address. It was a landed property. I didn't recognise the street name.

"Erm. Any landmarks?"

"You know where Siglap Center is?"

I roughly knew.

"I think so."

"Just get me to that area and I'll direct you."

"Ok."

We headed to an open air car park near the pub. I texted my friends to tell them to make their own way back but none of them replied.

Ann was walking slightly unsteadily so I put my arm around her waist to steady her. She did not push me away so I continued.

"Damn. Where did I park my car?"

She took out her key from her handbag and fiddled around with it for awhile. I took the key from her.

The insignia indicated Hyundai so I scanned the car park for that extremely common car brand. I gave up and pressed the alarm button instead. I was expecting a Getz or something but to my surprise it was an Avante. It did not seem like a girlish car. And it was black. With what appeared to be a carbon fibre bonnet. I guessed it was probably her boyfriend's car but I chose not to ask. She was drinking alone after all.

I opened the back door and helped her into the back seat.

"Hey. You're not my chauffeur, I can sit in front."

"Ok."

I opened the front passenger door and she got in, adjusting the seat all the way back, before heading over to the driver side.

"Wow. You drive a manual."

"You mean you can't?"

"Haha. I haven't driven a manual for ages."

I decided that it was most definitely her boyfriends car.

"Aircon or fresh air?"

"I think I need some fresh air."

I powered the windows down and drove off.

An Affair with an older married lady Part 1

I was freshly out of a long term relationship with my girlfriend. We were together for 8 years, since the last year of my poly. We did talk about marriage but only after I left the army. I was going to leave after my 10 year contract was up, take the lump sum and start a small business with some of my friends

Maybe it was due to the time I spent away from her that we slowly drifted apart. I am in a stay-in unit, so I only got to see her on weekends. Or maybe I was just lazy to travel all the way back home.

So we broke up.

Somehow being single gave me a lot of free time. Although there was not much difference from before. Now I was simply more willing to go out with my campmates, supper, clubbing, the odd trip to Geylang fishtanks.

I never really enioyed clubbing. I don't know why. But that was how I met the married lady.

It wasn't actually clubbing, but my friends and I were having a drink at a pub when I went out to smoke. I was supposed to be the designated driver so I did not drink much.

As I was smoking outside, there was this lady sitting on the pavement. She was dressed in office wear, a pantsuit?, with a sleeveless whitish blouse. Her cigarette was extinguishing itself and her handbag was carelessly placed by her side.

I watched her from where I was just in case someone disturbed her. I don't know why but something attracted me to her. Or maybe I was just too horny.

Her cigarette had already burned out so she took out another one. I recognised the box. It was Marlboro Ice Blast. She dug around for awhile before looking around. She saw me staring at her.

"Hey you. Can I borrow a lighter?"

I was surprised at first.

Her spoken english was impeccable and she spoke with a slight accent, as though she had been educated overseas.

I walked over and passed her my lighter.

"Rough night?"

I don't know why but I was engaging her in conversation.

"Rough? Nah... just a little stressed out."

"I'm Mark."

I extended my hand. She took it. Her hand felt smooth and in the dim light, I could tell her fingers were manicured.

"Ann."

As I was standing up, I could not help but notice that the neck of her blouse was a little loose and I just stared.

She saw me staring, but didn't scold me or anything.

"So Mark, what do you do?"

"I'm in the army. Can I buy you a drink?"

I know, that was a damn cheesy pickup line. But I said it anyway.

After our stick, we migrated to the outside of the pub to drink and chat.

My friends wondered where I was so I texted them to say I had picked up a girl. They cursed at me but let me be.

We chatted till almost closing time. I had a few hours left before booking in.

So I offered to send her home.