It'd been a week since their first get-together, and already Debbie was itching for another taste. They'd met up once since then – nothing extremely sexual, just a bite to eat after her shift one morning. They hadn't even talked about their night together. She was beginning to worry that he had lost interest. That fear was soon put to rest.
"What are you doing after work?" She had just sat his plate down, and she stood up quickly and wiped her hands on her towel before turning to grab the coffee pot.
"Not sure yet, did you have something in mind, Cowboy?" Of course he did. But she loved the teasing. The flirting. It's what made her smile the most when she thought about their time together. The playfulness pleased her greatly.
He laughed and glanced up at her. "One of these days someone will come along and put you in your place, woman." He grinned and winked at her before turning back to his hash –browns.
"And you think you're up for the job, do ya?" She grinned when he let out a loud chuckle. "Who better to put you in your place than the man that's had you hanging by your wrists in a door way?"
She could feel her cheeks getting hot at that comment, and she glanced around, assuring herself no one was within earshot. She turned back to him, just in time to catch a smile fading from his lips. If she didn't know better, she'd swear he got a kick out of making her uncomfortable like this!
"Meet me at the bookstore tonight," he was purposely avoiding her obvious embarrassment. "The one on twelfth. I'll be there at 10."
It hadn't been a request – and she hadn't taken it as one.
The bookstore he had referred to was a very large Barnes & Noble. She knew it well, as she had always fostered a love for reading, and most of the employees knew her by name. This worried her a little. Her husband had problems, but she certainly didn't want to leave him, and that might be the only option left to her if word made it back to him that she'd been running around on him.
She spent the evening nervously laying the foundation of her lie. She was going to Trina's house for a much -needed break from the general rumble of every day life. She knew Trina would cover for her. Just like she did last week.
As she got ready for the evening, though, her mind was spinning a million miles a minute. Recalling they're first encounter, remembering the different emotions that had been whirling through her for the past week. Just thinking about it made her wet all over again. She loved the feel of the rope on her wrists, the way he yanked her hair. She was positive her husband could see the flush in her cheeks as she fed the kids their dinner, bathed them, read to them, put them to bed. Fulfilling all of her household obligations and responsibilities, and the whole time her knees were trembling over the memory of a handsome cowboy putting his hands on her a week before.
She thought about the brunch they'd shared a few days ago, and she wondered why being out with him caused her to moisten up so quickly. When they'd sat down his hand immediately went to her thigh, and had slipped farther up her skirt until his pinkie had been touching the damp fabric of her panties. He left his hand there until the food arrived, and then he had squeezed the flesh, near painfully, before removing his fingers. It seemed at the time to be a possessive gesture. She couldn't help remembering the way her skin remained hot where his hand had rested. Halfway through their meal he had asked her to take her panties off and bring them back to him, and she had wasted no time in doing just that.
The real surprise came when she sat back down. He took the panties from her balled up fist and held them in front of his nose. She glanced around quickly, knowing they were in plain sight of anyone who chanced to lay eyes on them, and watched as he inhaled deeply. He had grinned at her before casually sliding the fabric in his jeans pocket.
That grin is what stayed in her mind as she drove to the bookstore. Getting out of the house hadn't been a problem – Mike hadn't taken his eyes off the television for more than twenty seconds since he'd been home - and now the only thing she had to concentrate on was Jake's grin. She was free to remember the way his big calloused hands had felt cupping her tits together, the way his tongue had darted out to lick each nipple tenderly.
She could feel the wetness growing between her thighs, and she fought off the urge to dip her hand down to stroke herself. She knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop. Mike could over look a lot of things, but she didn't think a totaled car was one of them!
She was relieved when she finally pulled into the parking lot, and she glanced at her watch before grabbing her purse and hurrying in. She was ten minutes late. She spotted him not far in, sitting in one of the heavy armchairs around a low coffee table. He looked strangely out of place among textbooks and cappuccinos of college kids. A smile played across her lips as she studied him. His dirty boots were crossed on the coffee table in front of him, one hand behind his head, and the other holding a book. He never seemed tense to her, always comfortable, and always oblivious of any occasional stares he might get from the people around him.
She stood over him for just a moment before he raised his eyes to hers, and a slow grin spread across his lips, one that seemed to light up his entire face – the one that always seemed to make her knees turn to jello.
"You're late."
She was surprised by the cool edge to his voice. She wasn't sure if she'd ever heard that tone in his voice. She began to explain, but was quickly stopped by a look in his eyes. One that screamed Confidence.
She got the message. It wasn't important what had kept her, only that she had kept him waiting. She was really beginning to think twice about this - about the whole meeting. She wasn't used to this look in his eyes.
He stood up quickly, dropping the book back down on the table in front of him, and slipped his hands over her shoulders. He stood a full 6 inches taller than her, and he leaned down until his lips were soft against her ear.
