This is another story that not everyone will understand excepting those who have experienced passion with someone "forbidden". Enjoy!
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My eyes popped inexplicably open and in the dark I glanced over at my nightstand where my phone was alight; the blue light blinking. I opened the case, squinted at the brightness of my screen and saw that it was 2:45am. The message from him was simple.
"Come outside."
My stomach immediately started flipping, nervous butterflies dancing around with giddy anticipation. The loud snoring next to me assured me I was safe to move and I did so, deftly hopping out of bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it into the corner hamper, replacing it with the pink sundress I had hanging loosely in the closet. No bra, pink thong and silver flip flops on my feet.
A quick trip to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth best I could in the dark and then I tip toed through the room and out into the darkness of the living room. I listened for a second, assuring myself that it was safe before heading out the front door, quietly closing it behind me.
A set of headlights flashed briefly, summoning me towards him, not that it was needed, the pull between us was ridiculously strong, but it was a helpful guide. I scampered across the street and pulled the handle on the passenger side and slid into the car. We looked over at one another, identical smug smiles plastered on our faces.
"All clear?" He asked, placing his hand on my knee and sliding up quickly but stopping short. Immediately, I felt myself get wet from his touch.
"I think so, he's snoring away. She's asleep too..." I replied, guilt sneaking up briefly but evaporating when he suddenly reached in to kiss my lips. All thoughts of anything other than the taste of his lips left my mind. My own parted and our tongues touched, heaven found again. Being with him made all the struggles of day to day life all but disappear.
As we passionately kissed his hands wandered to my breasts and he cupped them, thumbs grazing nipples; a low moan escaped me. He abruptly pulled away and turned back towards the steering wheel and turned the engine over.
"Not yet." He said as he put the car in gear and pulled onto the road.
"Where are we going?" I asked, not that I cared, but I was curious. He could've taken me right there in front of my house, hell, he could take me in front an audience, whatever he wanted made me happy and turned me on.
"You'll see." Wow, he was extra chatty tonight. His hand on my leg, however, spoke volumes as it roamed up and down, getting closer and closer to my pussy each time. His fingers stretched the elastic of my thong, reaching in briefly before moving back down my leg slowly and sensually rubbing as he went, turning me on as I leaned back in the seat, spread my legs slightly and bit my lip, eyes closing in pleasure.
"Wax?" He asked, fingers coming back to rub just above where I wanted him to, before dipping ever so briefly into my now soaking pussy.
"Oh god... yes, last weekend..mmmm that feels so good..." I managed to get out as he found my clit with his fingers and teased it, getting me to just the edge before pulling back, wiping his hand on my dress before quickly down-shifting, preparing to make a left hand turn into what appeared to be a park. He pulled into the deserted parking lot and stopped the car.
"Get out." He said, his mood apparently shifted for a reason I'm sure I would soon discover. I obediently got out of the car; as strange as it was, the edginess he often emanated was one of the things that turned me on the most. I guess I loved knowing I drove him a little crazy.
We met at the trunk, he grabbed a black duffle bag from within it and slung it over his shoulder. He slammed the trunk, took my hand in his and started walking towards a dark path.
He didn't speak as we walked, I stayed quiet as well but hummed under my breath, so happy to be close to him and anxiously anticipating what was to come. We walked several hundred feet through trees with low hanging branches that we had to duck and dodge until we reached a clearing.
He dropped my hand and unzipped the bag, he pulled out a blanket that he handed to me. I spread it out on the ground then turned on the flashlight feature on my phone, holding it up to give him light.
He dropped to his knees, still fumbling through the bag and came out with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He set them on the blanket then turned his phone to play some soft music. I set about pouring the wine, my heart swelling with the obvious care and planning he had put into this.
Though I could tell something was bothering him, I hoped it wouldn't affect the precious time we had together.
