Waterlines 2

Two stories:

Brian starts a new job and meets Jazz; they start a routine in their lunch break, walking in the nearby woods every day. Although Brian is married, there's something missing in his life. Although Jazz has a boyfriend, Brian's body is somehow a little different and it arouses her curiosity. Their mutual curiosity about each other's bodies intensifies and, although Brian lays down rules for himself, some of them get broken and he wonders where their relationship is leading....

Brian works in a bank; Julia, the new branch manager, falls for him and she encourages him to join her in a sexual adventure down in the vaults of the bank one weekend. But that's not enough for her; she takes him home for more. Then, the next day, Julia's deputy manager rings him with some sudden news which takes Brian by surprise. But it needn't be bad news....

SAMPLE:

The next day was even warmer. Half an hour before I was due to break for lunch, Jazz came up to me and suggested we go for a walk in the woods again. “Bring your sandwiches. We can have a picnic.”
Since leaving the office the previous evening, I had given little thought to the earlier walk in the woods. My wife’s sex drive had tailed off recently and I had suppressed my urges. And now Jazz had offered me an opportunity to indulge in mutual stimulation; it wasn’t proper sex, I reasoned, so what harm would it do?
We walked through the woods, taking a different path from yesterday, and we came to a large clearing. There, someone had placed about a dozen stones, standing in a circle, rather like a prehistoric temple; the stones were only about two feet high but the place felt quite magical.
“Let’s go in the centre of the circle and have our picnic,” she smiled.
We sat down together and ate our sandwiches.
“This is almost like re-enacting a pagan ritual, having a midday feast here, isn’t it?”
“I was thinking just the same thing,” I agreed.
“Almost like a fertility rite.”
“I think someone has had a similar idea already.” I pointed to a used condom, discarded at the foot of one of the standing stones.
“That’s making me... a bit horny,” she chuckled. “Do you want to do some more of... you know, what we did yesterday?”
I smiled and stayed silent.
She giggled. “You do, don’t you? You just don’t want to admit it.”
The atmosphere was subdued as we continued to eat; it was as if we both knew that we were about to have some kind of sex act together, and the stillness enabled us to get emotionally and mentally prepared. I wondered if it presaged some kind of change in our relationship; as a married man, I had never had such intimacy with another woman. The anticipation carried a thrill that I couldn’t describe.
When we had finished eating, we stood in the middle of the stone circle; she moved close to me and put her hands round my waist. “It’s too public here,” she whispered. “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.”
She led us to a clump of trees, away from any footpath.
“I want to run my fingers through the hairs on your balls again. And you can touch me down there... like you did yesterday.”