A smile swept across Eve's face as she glanced down at the clock. 4:55pm. Almost time to go home, almost time to start their weekly date night. She chuckled to herself, Adam had chosen Wednesday as their date night early on in their marriage, and had a lot of fun referencing "hump day" throughout the week as they approached their weekly date night. They had been married about a year, and had a very healthy, adventurous sex life, but they enjoyed a date night once a week.
She enjoyed teasing him with her little black dresses and jewelry that hung perfectly down between her full breasts, typically made more prominent with one of her sexy push-up bras which she only wore on Wednesdays.
She grinned to herself, thinking of how much fun she had last week lightly teasing his crotch with her stiletto. Adam had gotten so turned on, he was barely able to wait until they got home to take her, and he wound up fucking her hard in the garage as soon as the door had closed behind their car. A dark blush covered her cheeks as she remembered bucking back against him in the back seat as the windows steamed up all around them. Yes, they had a happy marriage, and the sex was incredible.
Eve started to pack her computer as the clock struck 5pm, glancing around nervously, hoping that no one would stop her with extra work assignments on the way out. She ducked slightly and hurried down the hallway, dodging out a back entrance just as her boss turned the corner. She laughed to herself, shaking her head, something about that scene made her think back to the times when she had snuck out of her parent's house at the beginning of her relationship with Adam. She had lived with her parents throughout college, and she was around 23 when she began seeing Adam. She had never dated an older man, and had never really seen the appeal. She had her choice of the strong, 7% body fat types in college, but had found them slightly awkward and full of themselves. A friend of hers had told her about her fling with an older married man. While Eve found the cheating aspect of her story distasteful, she had been intrigued by her friend's tales of her sexual exploits with the man.
As Eve got to her car, she remembered the way her friend blushed when she described the sex, Eve bit her lip as she remembered how wet she had gotten when her friend had described him going down on her. She ducked into her car, leaning back in the seat, closing her eyes as she thought back to the first time Adam did that to her. It was their second date, and Eve had clearly wanted to sleep with him, wearing her sexiest black lingerie and her push-up bra. She remembered how turned on she got as he had driven past her parent's house without saying a word. She had no idea where he was taking her until they had arrived at this massive house. She glanced up at the car mirror, noticing her cheeks were dark red as she let herself relax and relive the moment for a few minutes. She remembered how he had led her to the living room, and they had started kissing, she had let her hand fall into his lap to get a preview of what she would be working with, she could still remember that first groan.
She thought for a moment that her getting to fuck an older guy might not have been half as exciting as it was for this 35 year old man who was about to get to ravage a 25 year old hot body college coed. She chuckled to herself as she remembered him grabbing her hand, and pulling it out of his lap. She had worried that she had done something wrong, and she remembered feeling how firmly he held her wrist. What happened next would set the tone for their entire relationship.
Adam had slowly laid her back, gripped her other wrist, pressed her hands above her head and held them firmly as he kissed her hungrily. She had tugged at her wrists, the strength of his grips had made her gasp. She had never been restrained in any capacity before, and had been slightly embarrassed at how much she enjoyed him holding her hands above her head. She remembered how loud she moaned as she felt him put his knee between her legs, grinding his thigh against her tiny black panties under her skirt, which had ridden up to her thighs. Her cheeks had flushed as her body betrayed her, grinding against his thigh, moaning loudly as she felt the outline of his thick shaft pressing against her own thigh as he kissed her harder. She had wanted him so badly right then, most men she had been with would not have waited another moment to fill her soaking pussy, but Adam made her wait, struggle, and beg for him. She never would have thought that would appeal to her, but that night had changed everything.
Eve took a deep breath, slowly starting the car, glancing both ways before pulling onto the road. She tried to think about something else, but her mind kept drifting back to that night. She remembered him letting go of her wrists, and her nails instantly grasping his shoulders. She had never heard herself moan the way she did when his strong hand grasped down between her legs, grinding his thick palm against her wet panties, rubbing the soaking fabric down over her moist folds as she humped his hand urgently. She was not accustomed to having to wait for pleasure, and she had been looking forward to this since the day she had met him. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax herself as she drove, smiling as her mind drifted back to that day.
Adam had been invited to be a guest speaker in one of her college classes. She was a teacher's pet, and would typically sit right up front. Since it was a Friday afternoon class, she had already been dressed to go out that night. She had gotten a kick out of the fact that Adam had been staring at her the entire time the first speaker was lecturing. She had given him a few looks, and shifted a few times to give him a better view, and to her surprise, he kept watching. She remembered thinking that he must be a very confident older guy, or extremely perverted. She chuckled to herself, realizing how funny it was that he turned out to be both.
She swore she could see a bulge halfway down his thigh, but there was no way he was that big, though it had definitely got her curious. She remembered when it was his time to speak, and she had tried to make him uncomfortable by giving him even better views of her fantastic breasts. He had suddenly turned the table on her by calling on her just as she was bending over for towards him. She had turned bright red, unable to answer the question since she had not really been listening. She remembered being a little bit angry at him after that, and her teasing stopped, but he had cornered her after class to apologize, and likely to get a closer look. She had flirted lightly, and had gladly exchanged phone numbers with him, mostly just to tell her friends that she had been picked up by the guest lecturer. He had waited two weeks before calling the first time. They had talked for a week or two before finally going on that first date.