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By (user no longer on site) 46 weeks ago
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There's a flash of brake lights as I pull into the car park. Hers is the only car there; just like she'd assured me.
I park next to her, with just the briefest glance in her direction. Switching off the ignition, I roll my wedding ring between my fingers.
I leave it on; she knows I'm married already. I glance at the time. Early afternoon. Lunch time traffic rumbles in the distance beyond the trees. Both our engines calmed, the swish of their leaves in the breeze fills the air. I open the door and step out.
The thud as it closes feels defeating. I open her passenger door. Her perfume, her aroma swirls around me as I sit down.
I see her eyes in the rear view mirror. A flash of colour. Bright, alive, but nervous. Her cleavage peeking teasingly from her low-cut top. Legs shaking slightly under the dashboard.
I steady my own breathing. Am I what she was expecting? I could still back out now, apologise for wasting her time.
"Hi," she stammers, flashing me a smile that brings my own forward.
"Hi yourself," I manage, with a smirk that belies the increase in my heart rate.
We navigate the sexual tension through small talk. The weather. The setting, how awkward first meetings can be.
"I'm so nervous," she says, her voice croaking.
I reach out and take her hand in mine. Her soft skin against my palm.
"Me too," I say.
For the first time we look directly at each other. Our eyes meeting. There's a rising in my chest that feels almost nostalgic.
I drink her in as we eye each other, both silently pining for the first move. My body inadvertently leaning closer to hers.
My hand is resting on her thigh now, gently caressing it through the coarse fabric of her jeans.
I hold eye contact, tousling her hair with my other hand, slipping it behind her ear to reveal her cheek and the nape of her neck.
Her breasts heave up and down, her breathing more erratic now. I eye the silver pendant that lies snug between them.
"Damn you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," I murmur.
It's a risky line, and it comes out without much forethought or planning.
She darts her tongue across her soft lips.
"Glad you came?" she asks as she follows my gaze to her chest.
My cock is straining against my jeans at this stage. I can feel precum around the tip, her every movement pulling me closer.
My lips are now inches away; I can feel her shortened breath on mine. I inhale her scent before pressing my lips to hers.
My hand cups her face as our lips come together. Our tongues furtively darting around, teasing each other in the dance of the unfamiliar. Tingles consume my body as a low groan escapes our lips.
Her low moans make my hips grind as my hands explore her body, the woman I'd lusted over for weeks.
I become aware of her hands unbuttoning her shirt, the bright light of midday catching them perfectly. I reach behind, unclipping her bra.
Gently slipping one breast out, I lower my lips to it, kissing it softly, teasingly avoiding her nipple, listening to her moans become even less controlled, watching goosebumps breaking out.
Her hands are on my now as our inhibitions melt, the outside environment now a blur.
She unbuttons my shirts runs her hand through my thin chest hair. I groan in approval as her hand runs down my stomach, playfully trailing over the throbbing bulge in my jeans.
She unbuttons them as we kiss, skilled fingers multitasking with aplomb.
My cock is now out, broad daylight in Belfast's hills. Neither of us seem to care, caught in our lustful trance.
Her soft hands now gently stroking my cock from top to bottom, my groans getting louder with every touch, my mouth now working on her exposed nipple. My hand between her legs.
I can feel the heat from her pussy through them. The seam firm against my fingers as I rub rhythmically. Her moans are like a drug to me. I want to make her feel good. I want to give her what she needs.
Her body shakes, those thighs trembling, her eyes beginning to roll.
A distant horn causes us to jump. A snap back to the reality of a precarious liaison in a car park.
I raise my mouth to her ear, her hand still gripping my throbbing cock.
"I should have booked us a room," I whisper.
She breathes deeply, an exasperated laugh escaping.
"Maybe next time?" she replies, her eyes half closed, not wishing to break the reverie.
I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs caressing her lips until she opens her eyes again.
I kiss her. Deep, warm, passionate.
"Oh there will definitely be a next time," I hear myself say. Good sense has been suspended.
We did ourselves as best we can, my cock refusing to subside as I cram it back in. I watch her button up her shirt again.
"I should probably get back to work anyway," I blurt, trying to fill the gap.
We kiss briefly and our eyes meet again. We managed a rueful smile as I open the car door and get into mine.
Heart beating, I flash her a grin and attempt a wink as I reverse the car and drive off.
My cock is still iron-like and my heart beating like crazy as I watch those rear lights disappearing in the rear view mirror, the trees that line the lane enveloping her like the fuzzy remnants of an early morning dream. |