The sexual tension between us had grown unbearable. Every phone call centered around affirmations of how much we wanted each other, followed by adament insistence that we could never let anything physical happen. Although we kept pushing the line, from hugging to kissing to showing off to over the clothes touching. Sure we had had a bit of physical contact when we were younger, but that was a different time, a different situation.
We needed to see each other again, we couldn’t take it any longer. But we promised we would behave, just making out and teasing. No sex, not even any touching. But given the sexually charged atmosphwere, ridiculous how we thought we could still behave.
I made up an excuse to fly through her town a couple weeks later. Her husband was getting very suspicious, so we decided to not tell him about this meeting. It wouldn’t be past him to have a friend tail her and spy on the two of us. I arranged to have a long layover in town, and she arranged to have a lunch and shopping trip with her friends where she’d be gone most of the day.
She was going to wait in her SUV at the airport, and I would walk out to the parking garage and meet her. Then we’d drive to the local mall and park in a remote location on one of the mid-levels of the ramp and have time to ourselves. Mid-way trough our time together she would call her husband from the mall, so he could hear the noise in the background.
I called her when I arrived, and she directed me to where she was parked. I found her truck, and went to the passenger side door. Opening it, I didn’t see her in the driver’s side, but heard her voice. “I’m in the back. Open the back door and get in.”
Doing so I see that the middle seats had been set down, and she was sitting on the bench seat in the back, in the opposite corner. I climbed in, closed the door, and looked at her.
She was leaning forward, a scoop neck t-shirt purposefully exposing a bit of cleavage. She leaned back, patted the seat next to her, and said, ‘Come sit next to me.’ And then she spread her legs apart, and I realized she wasn’t wearing those short white shorts, but a white skirt, just as short as her shorts. And as she opened her knees, a triangle of hot pink lace came into view.
She looked up at me, and whispered, “Is the view better in person? I know you’ve been watching my strip-tease that I did for you.” I nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe you want to get a picture in person?” she laughed. “Go ahead!” I fumbled for my camera in my briefcase. Snapping several pics of her as she moved around for me, I felt myself growing.
“Come here, kiss me!” she said.
I didn’t waste anymore time. Sliding in next to her, we embraced and kissed hard and long, until we needed to come up for air. We disenaged for a minute and I looked down at her skirt. “That’s a pretty short skirt…” “It’s not mine, it’s Kaitlyn’s.” “You are wearing your 15 year old daughter’s skirt??? It’s super short.” “Well she’s like 8″ shorter than me, so it’s not as short on her. And that’s the way her and her friends wear them.”
“These are my panties though. Bought them just for you!” as she pulled her skirt up for me to look. “Do you like them?” she asked, as she reached over and gave my zipper a squeeze. “Yep, I think you do!”
With that, she climbed on top of me, straddling me, and started kissing me again, hands wrapped around my neck, grinding against me. “I could do you right now, I want you so bad!” She kissed me again. “But I can’t. We can’t. But I’ll think of you tonight when I’m with Donny. Wishing it was you inside me.”
We made out for a few more minutes, trying to keep my hands on her hips, although I was tempted to slide them down to the hem of her skirt, and see how she would react. Finally I said that we should probably go to the mall, to follow her plan, just in case. She reluctantly agreed. We moved into the front seats and left the airport.
Arriving at the mall, she pulled into a parking space next to a wall, out of sight of the entrance but not obviously trying to hide. She turned the key off but left it in the ignition. We both got out of the truck and into the backseat, the tinted windows affording the perfect amount of privacy.
We resumed our last position, her straddling me. I had made sure to adjust myself so that my cock was pointing down, in the hopes that she’d want to repeat the adjustment manuever she performed the last time we were making out in a vehicle. Part of me said that was wrong but the other part of me wanted to leave the door open, just in case.
After making out for a while, and talking as well, it was getting warm in the truck. “Let me turn the AC on for a bit,” she said. After getting off my lap, she turned and made her way through the middle seats, then reached to the ignition. I didn’t know if she was aware, but her skirt was hiked up pretty far, and she made no attempt to pull it down. As she turned the car on, she started to lose her balance, and moved one leg to steady herself. Doing so caused her skirt to hike up a bit more, revealing the curve of her ass cheeks, and the clear fact that she was either wearing a thong or very high cut cheeky panties.
Once the AC was on, I was expecting her to turn around and return, but she didn’t move. “Enjoying the view from back there?” she asked. “Maybe you need to get your camera again?” I didn’t waste a moment. Snapping several pics quickly before she changed her mind, I was ready for her to come back, but instead she said, “Oh, wait, there’s something on the floor I need to get. With that, she leaned forward even more, spreading her legs to brace herself against the seats, her skirt hiking up over her cheeks. Her pink cheeky thong exposed, I took the opportunity to take a few more pics, waiting for her to stop posing and make her way back.
Finally she did, but I kept taking pictures. As she turned around, facing me, she reached for the hem of her skirt, as if to pull it down, but instead she tugged it up a bit, until the lacey pink triangle came into view. “You’re so cute when you’re horny!” she giggled. She made her way back to me, slowly, letting me take a few more pictures of her leaning over, down her t-shirt.
She sat next to me, and stopped me from putting my camera away. “You can see the pictures from the camera, right? Show me what you’ve taken.” I flipped back to the first one, at the airport, and then paged forward again, one by one. She blushed, and giggled nervously at the risque slideshow. She started rubbing my thigh, lightly at first, then firmer as we made our way through the pictures. Once we got to the end, she asked which was my favorite. “Oh, I don’t know, I have to look through them again.” “Well ok, let’s do that.”
We looked again, this time critiquing them as an art critic would, lighting, expressions, poses, as well as the erotic value. She leaned into me, “So, which one of these are you going to stroke to when you get to your hotel tonight?” she paused. “Because that’s what I want you to do. I want you to cum while looking at me.” Taken a bit aback at the directness of her question, I stumbled for a minute. “Ummm, well, I like this one a lot. And this one. Oh, and this one…”
“Really?” she cooed, squeezing my thigh up closer to my crotch. “Will you do this when you’re looking at that picture?” and she suddenly reached between my legs and tucked her fingers under my balls, and gave my entire groin a squeeze. In doing so, she figured out that my cock was pointed down, and like last time, used her thumb to move it so it could grow. “Then would you do this?” she asked, squeezing the shaft between her thumb and forefinger.
She stroked me for a few moments, making sure I was completely hard. “I like the idea that you’re going to cum while looking at me tonight. I wish I could be there.” With that she let go, and climbed back on me, straddling me. “Right now I want you to look at me in the flesh.” She pulled the neck of her t-shirt down and leaned forward. “I want you so much! Please think of me tonight!” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me, again, and again, inching her way forward on my lap. She began grinding again, this time, the ridge of my cock pronounced enough that she could feel me through my jeans.
“Do you want me? Do you want to take me? Right here? I know we can’t, but do you want to?” She moaned.
I responded to her grinding, hands on her hips, pushing into her, and suddenly she began to tremble. “Ohmygod!” she moaned in surprise. She continued shaking, her unexpected orgams rolling through her body. She collapsed on me, and whispered, “I didn’t think that would happen. You felt so good against me, and then suddenly!” She kissed me hard. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I love you more than ever now!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l9laky/my_first_affair_she_invited_me_into_her_van
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