We'd finished up round 3 and Liz had left my house. It was late at night and I knew I was going to be up late, not being able to turn off my mind from thinking about what the hell just happened. Luckily a good movie was just starting and I plopped down on the couch to watch it. Next thing I knew it was morning and I woke up with a raging hard on. I hopped in the shower and as the hot water rained down on me, I conjured up the very recent and very real images of Liz and her body and her scent. It took no more than a few long strokes before I splattered a load on the shower floor.
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful, and as much as I was dying to text Liz, I resisted, knowing that despite what happened she was still married with kids. I figured if she wanted to chat she could text or call me and she hadn't.
At work on Monday I arrived just as Liz was pulling in but I pretended to be on my phone and I let her go in without me. I didn't want things to be awkward so I figured avoiding her would accomplish that. I watched as she sashayed toward the door in a black skirt and dark sweater over a white dressy shirt. I thought about how it felt to have those legs wrapped around me. When I got into my office, I had a sticky note on my keyboard that read:
Jeff,
Need to talk. Lunch?
-L
I emailed Liz on the work email with only "12pm, your car" in the subject line. The rest of my morning was spent with my mind racing. Obviously she needed to let me know what happened between us was a mistake and couldn't happen again. That made sense logically but the problem was I was craving more of her sweet pussy. I wanted to grip her beautiful ass again while I filled her up with my throbbing meat. But now I feared that not only was that not going to be an option again, but our friendship was now in jeopardy.
At 12pm I headed out to the lot and Liz was sitting in her car already. I hopped in and she drove us out of the lot without a word. She drove down the road and pulled into the lot of a nearby park, and then she drove around the back where there were just storage sheds and no sign of any people. She shut the engine and turned to me.
"Jeff, I needed to talk to you. I had wanted to tell you that what happened the other night was great but couldn't happen again. I know..."
"I figured as much. Well that sucks but I get it."
"You didn't let me finish. I did plan to tell you that but the truth is you and your thick cock are all I could think about all weekend. My husband never made me feel the way you did. You touched me in all the right places at all the right times. My pussy was so filled up by you, as if it was meant for your cock. I know he's been fucking around on me when he's on his road trips. I found proof but didn't have the nerve to confront him. Or maybe I was worried what would happen with the kids."
"Jesus, Liz. I can't believe you're telling me all of this. I felt the same way. Your body deserves to be treated the way I did the other night. You're beautiful and sexy as fuck.
Why would he mess around on you?"
"No idea. But he did. So why shouldn't I?"
"Not that I'll complain but is this just to get back at him?"
"Jeff you know it is way more than that. We've become so close so fast. I feel like we get each other so well."
"So now what?" I asked Liz.
"Well why do you think I wore a skirt today, silly?"
With that, she undid her seatbelt and climbed over the console into my seat, straddling me. Her breath smelled like spearmint gum and I swear I could already smell her treasure. Liz grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest while she used her hands to unzip my Dockers. When she had me unzipped, I giggled as she struggled to pry loose my now hardening dick. She finally got it freed and didn't bother with my boxers before sliding her panties aside and sliding down on me. Her pussy was already sopping wet with desire which made it easy for me to slip inside her. There wasn't much room in her front seat to get any more creative than an up and down thrust which was totally fine for me. I let her do the work, riding up and down on my thickness as I slid my hands under her shirt and fondled her chest through her dress shirt. There wasn't time to try to figure out how to undo her shirt to get to her tits so I was content to rub her tits through her shirt.
The only sound we heard was the squishing sound of our juices as our bodies writhed together. I knew she was close to orgasm based on the look on her face and the way she clasped her legs around me. I was close too and I began to wonder how I was going to get Liz off of me before I came. As Liz shuddered around me and rode me even harder, I felt the familiar onset of my own orgasm and I told Liz she needed to get off of me immediately.
I looked at her face and was about to tell her again to get off NOW when she ground her hair covered cunt onto my cock and kept it there. She stopped her up and down motion and was clamped down on me, forcing my cock to explode inside her. I panicked as I was shooting my load and pushed her off to the side, letting at least one or two spurts land on her black skirt.
"What the fuck??" "You just forced me to cum inside of you, why would you do that??"
"Calm down, Jeff, I am on the pill. And to be honest I really love the feel of a hot load of cum shooting deep into me."
"The pill? Is that foolproof?" I was kind of freaked out.
"It is basically foolproof yes. I can't believe you're so freaked by this. Haven't you ever blown your load into a lucky girl's pussy before?"
The truth was I hadn't had too many encounters where I would have even had that opportunity but I didn't want to confess that at the moment. However I did have a few times where it almost happened.
