The Seamstress

Angela's arrival to supposedly alter a suit carried an immediate undercurrent of desire. Shared glances lingered, and casual touches sparked a palpable tension. As they drank, their conversation became charged, hinting at a mutual attraction that went beyond polite friendship. The suit fitting became a pretext for intimate closeness, Angela's hands exploring his body in ways that were anything but professional.
Their escalating desire culminated in a risky sexual encounter, a secret act of pleasure performed in stolen moments, just as the sound of the wife's return echoed through the house.