Your hands twist the cold knob into the quaint coffee shop, no one looks up at you. Each head is busy but I catch a glance of you. With a couple ahead of you, you decided to take the opportunity to peruse the funky chalkboard menu. Now I can stare at you longer.
Silver adorns your checks and head like royalty. When you’re working you always look dandy and dashing. Your watch changes with your mood but they all are analog; you’re old school. I love that. Though you have kids older than me I don’t feel that way when we’re together. As stuffy and “business-y” as you may appear to the world I’ve seen you let loose. I know how wild you can be.
Not sure what the joke was, I get lost in you sometimes, but I’m instantly smiling from your laughter; our eyes meet again.
“Sir, are you ready to order?” squeaks the mousy barista.
She steals you from me and those piercing eyes are no longer mine. No reason to be jealous; you will come back to me. You always do. No one seems to “help you” like I can. Flashbacks of our rendezvous rip through my mind.
It doesn’t help that you’ve notice me. You’ve warned me before about biting my lip, but I just can’t help it. How else can I stop my lips from misbehaving? How else can I hold them back? You know they have a mind of their own. The glare you give me gets me wet, and I know it’s meaning.
As much as I would love to roll around right here on this table; I know we must wait. We are in public. We are in public somewhere we could be recognized. Though it excites me even more, we’ve agreed to only play publicly when we travel away. Places where we can hold hands and kiss like any other lovers.
“You are a bit frisky today” you growl under your breath as that firm ass of yours hits the seat across from me.
“I apologize, I am not sure what about you today has me so hot and bother…” I whisper back as I sip my tea.
The chatter in café and computer screens holds everyone else’s attention. Once again we are alone in our own little world.
You leg shifts under the table in between mine, our eyes lock, and you grab your phone. A message pops up on my phone screen…*be careful young lady I have time to punish you today* . My heart leaps. Punish is a play word for me. Spankings over bent knees might not sound enjoyable but believe you me, it is.
“Now have you done the revisions?” You speak in regular tone.
“Why yes sir. I sent the PDF last night. Did you not receive an email from me?” I taunt in a normal voice while continuing to sip my tea.
Your glance switches to a gaze. We both know I didn’t send shit to you last night. You were face first in my tiny twat with both hands tweaking my nipples. Your head pushed deeper into my body. You craved me. I had both hands holding my legs back so you could really dig in.
You almost had to tie me down. That vibrating tongue of yours sent me into waves of pleasure that made me shake. You wrestled me down so I could keep cumming off that tongue. Needless to say our hands were full last night.
“Mm I didn’t have a chance to check. After I took shower last night, I crashed” you reply with a wink.
You did take a shower last night but not alone. Well, now that I think about it, you had two showers. One was from those thick fingers pushing rhythmically into my warm body, causing a leak to sprout. The other time was us afterwards in the regular conventional shower. Oh that shower.
I love fucking in the shower it’s convenient. Fuck, get dirty, clean off, fuck, get dirty, clean off. Thanks to hotel showers we never have to worry about paying for water. We always fuck in the shower. Warm beads of water attempt to wash away our sins while we fuck mindlessly. Water sprays all over the bathroom, our grip grow tighter, as we are careful not to slip, while our bodies crash into each other with a pounding force.
I guess while I was flashing-back I did it again; bit my lip. You give me the look.
“Fuck” you groan under your breath.
I whisper “you said you have time play Birdie. I wanna play now”
You grip the table and lean back. I know how to get you hot like me. I know how to make you want it bad like me.
“Shh, don’t call me that” you reply with a chuckle
“But Birdie you said that anytime babycakes needed some loving you’d fill her up.” I teased
Fill is your play word. You’ve “filled” me up before. That word only sends you into flashbacks. Like that time we went shopping out of state and you filled my ass and then plugged it back up.
My “toy box” comes with me to all our trips. Before we left the hotel I slipped one little special toy up my ass. Maybe that’s why I was being so frisky that day or maybe I don’t need an excuse and I’m always horny.
I was teasing you from store to store. Flashing you, rubbing you, brushing up against you, and even saying quasi-naughty comments in front of people. Watching you smile and hearing your soft grunts only encouraged me. I could see the lust festering inside you. That’s my job. I am your lighter. I ignite the passion within you but I guess that day you had enough of my bullshit “fire” tactics, and decided to retaliate.
That day I had to have flashed you twenty times or more. Red radiates really well off of my skin tone. My warm caramel skin displays the color sharply. I guess that’s why no matter how far I’d flash you, you could still see my ruby jeweled asshole. My juicy brown chocolate ass with my pink strawberry pussy peaking out from my thong taunted you one last time before you stepped up to me.
“Get in the bathroom now” you barked in a low tone.
I felt the toy absorb deep into my ass as my pussy clenched at the directions. Your eyes were wild that day. Maybe I teased Daddy too far?
I didn’t care. I got what what I wanted. You and I messing around in the heat of ecstasy. I love vacations. You can be whoever you want when you’re away. You took advantage of the anonymity. Sure we could have waited to fuck in the nice king size bed but the passion was now. You wanted me.
You barely checked the men’s restroom before pulling me into a stall.
“What’s the matter Birdie? Are you a little flustered?” I taunted as my arms were stretched flat against the wall.
You didn’t answer so I teased more.
“This is kinda daring Birdie. You’re not scared someone might come?” I spoke in a song like taunt.
You didn’t answer with words. The sound of my panties ripping spoke volumes.
“Birdie! Now you’ll have to buy my new panties. My gracious someone is impatient today.”
Your body squeezed me against the wall. The bathroom door opened and like a rehearsed ballet I went up into the air and you held my legs up. My back against the wall, legs dangling from immediate sight, and once again our eyes locked.
The sound of pants dropping to the floor of a bathroom isn’t uncommon or suspicious but for me I knew it was a luring ring like a dinner bell. Beckoning me to come and feast only today I had to enjoy in secret. Not unless I wanted a crowd of onlookers in our stall.
*end scene*
I used this story for my R4R post I made like 5 minutes and decided since it’s already written out I might as well share it with you guys. I have plenty of adventures to recall. New to the sub not the life style.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9g28nn/you_m_cheat_on_her_with_me_f