Rachel's business was growing. She needed more help. Her sister Ellen joined her and began learning the ropes. She started coming by the office on Tuesdays with Rachel. The two of them made quick work of the place. Two people weren't necessary, but I soon figured out that Rachel intended for Ellen to clean my office and her other Tuesday clients to give us more time together. Good plan.
Tuesdays and Fridays became our days together. Neither of us were tired of the sex, but both of us wanted more. Time to get to know each other. Time for fun. Time for romance. Time to fill up the lonely voids that only another human being can fill.
We went on hikes together, day trips, we visited museums, went to the movies, tried out restaurants. We went places where we felt free to hold hands, kiss, and carry on in public like two people in love, without worrying about who might recognize us. One of the things I loved the most was putting my arm around her waist and pulling her next to me as we strolled aimlessly. We'd chat about everything and nothing. We made each other laugh. Her hip bouncing against my thigh as we walked was a constant and delicious reminder of what we'd be doing later in the day.
I was falling in love with her. I told her so, and she admitted that she felt the same. We talked about marriage. I was ready, but she was already married, and she was afraid that if she filed for divorce from Todd, his family money and resources would screw her over, especially regarding custody of the kids. And she didn't want to give the kids the impression that she wanted to leave them. I didn't push. I understood her concerns. She knew where I stood, and in the meantime we would spend as much time together as we could.
She was a risk-taker. Our lovemaking in the park became more frequent and bolder. When we could hear the voices of other people nearby she would get completely naked and have me make love to her on top of the picnic table. A couple of times we were surprised by a quiet hiker and barely had time to cover up before he passed by the ramada. Then, as soon as the coast was clear, turned on by the close call, she would attack me with a new ferocity.
We were driving to a resort one Friday when she unzipped my pants and started sucking my cock at 70mph on the interstate. Miles went by as she built me up. I had the cruise set, but I wasn't doing a very good job of keeping to my lane, I guess. Just as I blew a huge load into her mouth, blue and red lights lit up in my rear-view mirror. She popped her head up from my lap, leaving the cop no doubts about what we were doing.
The lady highway patrol officer gave us a decent amount of time to zip up. Asked to see my documents. Asked where we were going. Mentioned that I might have been weaving on the road a bit. I said I hadn't had anything to drink. She took my word for it. Gave me a short lecture about being more careful behind the wheel. Then, as she gave me back my license, she bent low to get a better look at Rachel.
"You all be careful," was all she said. Then she touched the corner of her mouth.
Rachel flicked out her tongue and caught a smear of my cum. The lady cop smiled, saluted, and walked away.
Rachel would suck my cock during movie matinees, in ladies' restrooms, in parking garages, and once while we were waiting in the takeout line at a McDonald's. Wanting to return the favor, I fingered her in elevators, public libraries, and fine restaurants, went down on her in the football stadium press box at the local high school, and even managed to fuck her bent over a seat in a historic DC-3 at a local air museum.
She made it a game whenever we were together. What if we got naked over there? What if we made love up there? Look, no one can see us from here. Put your fingers in my pussy, Mark, please?
She was fun, no doubt about it.
On one of our hikes along a trail that used to be a railroad right of way, we crossed a trestle over a stream. It was a warm day, beautiful, breeze blowing up this little water-filled valley. The trail was disused. We were miles from anywhere. So when we got out into the middle, she stopped, went into my arms, and kissed me. I leaned back against a rusting I-beam and pulled her against me. The sounds of the stream and some far-off hawk crying were the only noises.
We were both enjoying ourselves, getting worked up as we usually did, when she broke off her kiss and stripped naked. Kept her sneakers on. The ground was all sharp stones and weeds. I followed suit. Now we were both naked in the sun on this beautiful day in the middle of this old bridge, both of us horny.
I fingered her pussy for a while and kissed her deeply. She was quite wet. She put her hands around my neck, her feet on a steel support behind me, climbed up and lowered herself on my cock. I supported her ass as she started bouncing up and down on me. Making love au natural in the great outdoors. Nothing like it. The sun was warm, the breeze was refreshing, she was giggling and making generally encouraging sounds, we were going at it. I reached down with my right hand and started rubbing her clitoris, which turned the look on her face more serious.
Her breasts were bouncing, her stiff little nipples were just begging for a kiss, but I focused on her love button as she picked up the pace and slammed up and down on my cock.
"Wouldn't it be great if a train came by right now? All the passengers looking out at the scenery, enjoying the sights, when suddenly they see you with your big dick inside of me. Ooooffh. Ohhh. What a scandal that would be."
I brought the train into the station with a full head of steam. Bothered her little clit until she couldn't take it anymore. Plowed into her tight little pussy until I was about to blow a gasket. She let out a scream, I let out a groan, we came, we grabbed each other tight and held on for all we were worth. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I topped off her tanks with a full load of my seed.
Her scream of passion seemed to echo through the woods long after we both went still.
Later, as we were walking back arm in arm, she said, "I'm not really a nympho, you know."
"You could've fooled me."
"Stop it. I'm serious. I don't want you to think I'm crazy."
"There's nothing crazy about you, Rachel."
"I don't know what it is. I'm not usually like this. I've never been like this. When we make love, I feel like I've been reborn. And when I'm with you, I just crave that feeling. It's your fault. You've done something to me."
"I feel the same way. I wouldn't know how to explain it myself, but I guess I've come to think of you as a soulmate. I'm not sure I've ever felt like that about anyone before."
"That's exactly it. Soulmates. There's this connection, isn't there? And part of that connection is that we both need healing, or anyway, I need healing. Making love to you is restoring something that's been broken for a long time. I realized long ago that Todd was never really into me. He was trapped by my pregnancy. If it hadn't been for that, I'm sure we would have broken up, certainly never married. Our marriage has been kind of an arrangement, but there's never been any real love there, and he's never really wanted to know me like you do. After just a few weeks, I think you know me better than Todd does after years of living together. That must be part of it, too. I've been wanting to give myself to someone who really wants me, not just my pussy, but me."
"I do want you, Rachel. I can see us living the rest of our lives together. I hope that might happen, someday."
"Maybe it will. I dream about that, too."
***
At about the same time in a hotel room in the big city, Rachel's husband, Todd, was clipping a gold necklace around the neck of Sonia Hernandez, the voluptuous manager of the city's latest Red Lobster restaurant, which operated under the umbrella of Todd's father's company.
"It's beautiful, baby. You've got such great tastes, and you spoil me rotten."
He ran his hands down her bare, tanned arms and admired the way the emerald dangled just above her incredible breasts. The necklace and the dress had set him back, but she was worth every penny of it. Deep brown eyes, black hair, hourglass figure, tits to die for, and she never said no, whatever he suggested.
"Let's have another drink and get more comfortable, what do you say?"