Surrounded by their friends, their eyes locked together. For a split second, all they saw was each other. He saw her golden hair shining in the moonlight framing her fair skinned face. She saw his strong jaw line and mysterious smile gazing in her direction. The reverie came to a screeching halt when she also noticed his wife next to him, smiling and chatting away with their friends.
Candace slowly turned and walked away. She smiled to herself because she knew it wouldn't be long until she was finally alone with Scott. She only hoped it would be soon. She was aching with desire, she wanted him more than anything else in the world. Candace longed to feel his soft skin against hers, to feel his heart beat quicken, to feel his hands caress her all over.
Amidst the slew of people, Candace found a few good friends sitting around a table talking about something pointless. Politics most likely, not her strong suit, but not her weakest either. She set her beer down and partook of the conversation. There were several girls she didn't know sitting at the table and assumed they were more of Scott's friends, since they were at his house after all. Candace strained to hear their conversation as one girl leaned to another and whispered "That's her, she's the one he's been cheating on Savannah with."
Candace froze after hearing that. Did everyone really know? How did they figure out is was her? They had always been so discrete when they got together, all except maybe one time when they had a lapse in judgment and decided to be exhibitionists at the beach. Candace quickly excused herself from the table and headed towards the rest room. Her cheeks were burning red and she only hoped no one had noticed her embarrassment. The door was locked, someone was obviously trying to make her suffer without escape from the vicious females and their rumor filled mouths. The light clicked off and the door swung open. There stood Scott.
Her heart leaped into her throat, she wanted to grab him and wrestle him into the bathroom, she didn't care who was looking. "I need you soon, baby," she whispered into his ear as he started to walk by her.
Quietly he replied, "Don't worry, Candy, soon. Just give me some time to get rid of her then we can spend all night together. I need you just as bad as you need me." He turned and walked away.
Minutes felt like hours as she ached for him. No one else would ever compare to Scott, ever. He was her favorite release of all time, somehow he always made her feel like she was on top of the world. One night with him and she would be smiling the rest of the week despite anything else. She milled around the party, trying to seem social. She grabbed another beer from the makeshift bar he had setup in the kitchen, she would need it if she ran into Savannah again. The uptight lawyer looked like she would be as fun in bed as a box of rocks, she never did understand why Scott would marry such a woman. Candace found herself outside again, standing in a circle with Scott and Savannah. The conversation was boring, but she took the opportunity the minute Savannah walked back into the house to grab a drink. Making sure no one could see, Candace reached down and grabbed Scott's package. She smiled that coy little smile of hers as she felt him stiffen in her hand. He stared at her, wishing he could just throw her down on the bench and fuck her until she screamed. He knew neither of them felt like waiting much longer for their release, and he was desperately trying to find a reason for them to wander off alone together.
Then Savannah gave them the perfect opportunity. "Scott, dear, can you go run to the store and pick up some more cranberry juice, we're all out and you know how much I like my cranberry and vodkas," she said to him. He nodded to her and plucked his keys out of his pants pocket.
"I need to go pick up a pack of cigarettes, mind if I ride with you?" Candace asked him as she grinned a big stupid smile.
"No problem, hop in," he said and gestured to his truck. He pressed the unlock button and instantly, they both hopped in. She barely waited until they had pulled around the corner before she undid his zipper and had hold of his beautiful cock. "Oh fuck baby, I've missed you!" he moaned as Candace began to lick around the head of his cock and stroke his shaft with her free hand.
She looked up at him, the head of his penis still in her mouth. He loved that sight, he loved the lust filled look in her eye when she would look up at him like that. She quickened the pace and soon he almost forgot where he was supposed to be driving too. "Ease up, Candy, or we're never gonna make it to the store!" he said. Candy sat back up and pouted.
"But I've been waiting all night for you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to watch that mink pelt wearing bitch sling her arm around you like you're her latest pool boy?" Candace said slightly angrily.
"She's my wife! What am I supposed to do?" he asked helplessly.
"I don't know, divorce her maybe? I'll never understand why you put a ring on that wench's finger to begin with."
"You know its not that simple. She's a damn good lawyer, and what am I? I'm a damn carpenter. I put cabinets in rich people's houses. Rich people like her!" he said in exasperation.
"I'm sorry baby, I know its rough for you. We'll get through this, and you know I'll be here for you ever step of the way," Candy said apologetically. "So what store are we going to for the damn juice?" she asked.
"We aren't going to any damn store. You think its a coincidence that we ran out of something? Back of my truck there's two bottles of the stuff, I took 'em out of the house earlier knowing she would make me leave to go get more."
Candace began to laugh. "Damn, you're almost as devious as I am!" she exclaimed and pretended to hit him in the arm.
"The question is more like, What dark place are we going to go park at and have some fun?" he said. He glanced over at her, seeing the lust in her eyes he quickly scanned out ahead for an empty parking lot or something of the sort. His hand reached over and slid down her skirt. He always loved when she wore skirts or shorts, always easier access for him, especially while he was trying to drive with one hand and please her with the other.
Immediately his fingers found her clit and slowly started circling the small bundle of nerves. A sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her back against the seat. "Please babe, find somewhere to park," she begged. Her eyes half closed and those pretty red lips of hers slightly parted.
Up ahead he saw the parking lot for an old warehouse that was closed down. He turned off the main road and down the feeder road until he got to the lot. He found the most secluded area with a few trees near it for coverage and threw the truck into park.
It was a race to disrobe the fastest, and she definitely won. She climbed quickly into the back seat of the vehicle, knowing they didn't have a minute to waste. She knew they had to be back within a reasonably timely fashion or the suspicions would be confirmed- everyone would know she was the tramp sleeping with the married man.
Slowly he started sucking on her nipple, the metal barbell clicked against his teeth as he played with it. She was already moaning and twisting around in the back of the truck. "I need you now baby!" she moaned into his ear. "Please, take me. Anyway you want, just take me!"
He sat down in the seat and pulled her on top of him. She eased herself down into his waiting shaft. Her pussy lips glistening with moisture, slowly parted to allow him inside of her. She went all the way down to the hilt before stopping to catch her breath. Scott always made her seem so full, sometimes it took a minute for her to get used to him again. He let out a long moan and she ground her hips down on his.
