About six months ago I was drinking at a bar near my apartment when I ran into Peg, the recently divorced wife of a good friend of mine.

Peg was a pretty little redhead with a slender but sensuous body. She and I had flirted outrageously with each other while she was married, but nothing much had ever come of it, even though we both knew we wanted one another.

We chatted for a while, mostly making small talk, but I could tell that the old spark was still there. Peg stood very close to me, and brushed her thigh against mine as often as she could. She was wearing a tight black tank top held up by thin spaghetti straps. Her pert little breasts were pressing against the fabric, and I could tell that her nipples were hardening as our legs rubbed together.

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