Swimming lessons [MF]

One hour each Wednesday evening, sitting in the cold, bleak car park outside the municipal pool while the kids took their lesson.

Always boring, until she started showing up too.

Now we studiously ignore each other, sending kids off with smiles and hugs before heading back with that entirely natural walk to where my car just happens to be parked near hers.

Except I don’t get into my car, I get into the back of her SUV. And by the time she reaches it too I’m waiting for her.

There’s time for a brief smile as her door closes, then our lips press together and tongues dance and swirl.

Her hands slip up and through my hair, and mine find their way to fumble with the buttons of her top.

The first time we did this my breath was taken away by the sight of her nipple through sheer lingerie, but now I pinch and twist with urgency and confidence, boosted by her moans into my mouth.

The first time I slid down and tasted her through mesh and lace she covered me with a Barbour jacket, but now she wears no underwear and my tongue finds heat and desire.

Forty five minutes of passion and lust, of letting out all the things that get pushed down inside for the rest of the week.

Then our phones start to buzz simultaneously. That reminder of the world outside dragging us back to our separate realities, not letting us get too lost in each other.

A last delicious kiss filled with longing, then another brief smile before I slip out of her car and we return to mutual indifference.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/u6cewh/swimming_lessons_mf