He messaged me again. “Are you free for a ride?” It shouldn’t have made me feel the way that it did, but I already knew what I was going to wear. That red top, that playful little black skirt and underneath, well that’s for the big boys. Maybe I’ll tell you when you call.
He pulled up, same car and same beautiful smile that I remembered enjoying during our last meeting. Muscles stretching his sleeves, his brown eyes dark and hungry. The way he looked at me, like he was remembering every inch made me forget I was supposed to be the mature one. This time he opened the door and I slid into the passenger seat. My thighs were already tingling, my heart was racing and my entire body was on the edge of bliss. “You smell really good,” he said. His beautiful strong fingers were already on my leg before I could pretend I was just out for a friendly drive.
He took us somewhere quiet. Beautiful secluded lakeview, tinted windows. His hands never left me.
When he kissed me, it wasn’t sweet. It was forbidden and delicious. And I let him. I let him pull my body with his strong arms over the console and let his hands explore like he already owned me.
My phone buzzed. Husband.
I ignored it, I was too busy feeling his hands and his lips all over my body. Voice breathless, body rocking with every motion of the truck. He didn’t stop. Not even when I whimpered that someone might see.
He wanted me that way. His, in secret. And I gave in. Completely.
By the time I got home, my husband was on a call. He didn’t notice the flushed cheeks, the bruised kiss on my collarbone, or the scent on my skin that wasn’t his. My sultry gaze met his as I turned to walk upstairs…
For those of you who know a little about the relationship my husband and I have, the driver is one that I may keep to myself for now.
I’m still thinking about that drive. The way he devoured me with his eyes before his fingers even touched my skin. The way I let him take me like I’d been waiting for it all along.
Now you know about it before my husband does, don’t you? You want the juicy details, I know you do. Call me and let’s have a filthy little rendezvous of our own!
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