I spot her at lunch. My bitch boss. Back turned. Her husband faces me. Goddamn, he’s Serge Reggiani hot. Chiseled jaw, dark eyes. Can’t be real. My gray cotton dress hugs tight. Belt cinches my waist. Boobs spill, ass juts. Black lace bra, thong, garter belt squeezing my plump belly. Sheer stockings, sky-high heels clicking.
Server jokes about my tits as he seats me. Too late to bolt. Fury boils. But his eyes lock on me. I tug skirt down. He frowns. Frustrated. Good. Perverse spark ignites. Bend for my bag. Third button pops open. Cleavage deep. He stares. I light cig, shake red hair cascade. Puff smoke slow. Lips glossy red mark filter.
The Contact
Eat asparagus with fingers. Lick vinaigrette off lips. Tongue darts. His gaze burns. Cross legs. Skirt rides up. Garter clips flash. He sees. Thighs part quick. Black lace triangle peeks. She’s yapping. Phone rings. Her call drags. I uncross, recross. Spread furtive. Wetness soaks thong. Pussy throbs. Tits swell in bra.
Coffee comes. Lean for lipstick. Fourth button gaps. Reapply slow. Lips purse. Smile at his hunger. She asks if he listens. Nah. Bag again. Stand. Eyes meet. Fire. Turn. Hips sway up stairs. Heels echo. Thighs rub. Pussy lips swell, slick. Door shuts behind me. Lean on sink. Heart pounds. Will he?
Door creaks. Him. Locks it. Shh, finger to lips. Smile wicked. Game flips. His. Tall shadow. Breath on hair. Fingers rip buttons. Dress flops open. Garter gleams. Eyes devour. Kiss crashes. Lifts me off feet. Cock grinds through pants. Moan muffled.
The Indiscretion
Hands grip hips over garter. Hoist me on sink. Legs splay. Pussy drips. He whispers: Quick. Pocket. Condom. Smile. Pull his zipper. Cock springs. Thick, veiny. Roll rubber on. Expert. He grabs waist. Lifts. Drops me on shaft. One thrust. Buried deep. Scream cut by kiss. Fucks hard. Sink rattles soft.
Groans low. Pounding my sloppy cunt. Hands maul tits. Pinch nipples. I buck wild. Heels scrape tile. Wet slaps echo. Light seeps under door. Voices murmur below. Her? Hold breath. Faster. Balls slap. Orgasm builds. Clench him. Explode together. Pussy milks. He roars quiet. Cum fills rubber.
Pull off. Kiss lingers. Knot condom. Into purse. He zips. Gone. Fix makeup. Buttons. Descend. Heels clack loud. Empty room. She glances. Shock. Saunter over. Plop used rubber on table. Sperm sloshes. “Think this is yours.”
Stride out. Pussy aches full. Vengeance sweet. Secret pulses.