So after the night at the house, I slipped you my work number; telling you to give me a call sometime. I wasn't ever really expecting you to call me again, I figured you got what you wanted and that would be the end of it. A week later, I found out I was wrong. When I heard your voice I instantly went back to thinking of that night. The way you looked at me, the way we both got just what we needed, as I started thinking of your hard cock slamming me, I wanted more. We started catching up. I was alone in my office, after listening to your voice for awhile, I noticed my hand was slowly making its way under my skirt, and my body was hot and my breathing was getting heavy. I toyed with my clit at the thoughts of you.
We started talking about our night together. You told me how much you loved the smell of my pussy that you've not stopped thinking about it and everything that you wanted to do to me. It sent me to places I had never been. I realized I was wet and I was now toying with the thoughts of what I wanted from you again. When I found out you worked just a few blocks down the road; that was the end of it. I wanted you and I wanted you now. I asked you when you would be free, and your answer was 5 minutes. That's all it took for me. I told you of an abandoned parking lot by where I worked; you knew just where I was talking. I was to get off in 45 minutes and my husband was meeting me for dinner after work so I had to be back by then. You met me at the parking lot; I got out of my car and into your van. I decided we should move to the back and talk things over.