The sun is setting.
We meet under a bridge in my small town...well aware of the risks. Cars drive by, the water ripples, I am very aware of my surroundings. I know that I am a mile down the road from my husband's grandpa, aunt and uncle. I know that being seen with another man in a compromising position could be hugely problematic.
We are kissing hungrily, our lips working through the drama of another day in the life of two adults that are madly in love with each other, while legally bound to other people.
I want him. I want to feel his cock shoved into me with force. I want to touch him all over. I want to be naked.
We flirt with the idea of getting in the back of my van and making it happen. I chicken out. Steven supports this, agreeing that a cop finding us fucking in my minivan would be BAD.
Our mouths continue to devour each other. Tongues exploring. Tiny nibbles.
Steven pulls his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants. His back is to the road. We continue to kiss while he begins stroking himself. His other hand begins fingering my wet pussy. I could almost cum, but won't let myself become unaware enough to do so.
Kissing him and touching his face, I tell him that I want to swallow. He nods in agreement.
His hand continues stroking with increasing speed. I breath him in. Taste his mouth. I am completely aroused knowing that he is feeling good.
He tells me when, and I squat down and catch his warm juices in my mouth. Swallow. Swallow again. Breathe....oops...a little on the arm of my jacket. Lick it off.
More kisses, long hugs, and it is time to part company.
Sometimes we have hours. Sometimes we have minutes. And sometimes those hours and minutes are too far apart.
And SOMETIMES those minutes are high risk. And intense. And OH SO TASTY!
