Finally it was time to leave the party. Alone in the car with him at last. Both were quiet. Anticipation and sexual tension hung heavy in the air. Ilene refused to believe that he wanted only her.
"Josh, I …" Ilene started to say, until she realized that Josh driven unto a narrow lane that led into the park. She caught her breath when she saw the naked need in his eyes.
He pulled her towards him, his mouth colliding squarely with hers. Holding her body tight, Josh ran his tongue over her lips, her teeth, and deep into her mouth, in a blatant dance of possession that soon had her toes curling.
Any speech was unnecessary as he pulled her 5'3" frame onto his lap, hooking an elbow behind her neck and grinding his mouth into hers. In the process, her skirt twisted up around her hips. He slid his free hand up one thigh and she felt as if she had just been branded. Her breasts began to throb against the crushing pressure of his muscular chest and heat radiated deep in her belly. She was aroused – aroused to fever pitch.
By the time the kiss ended, her lips were throbbing and she was in a half-dazed state. He cuddled her against his chest, both needing a moment to calm their ragged breathing and racing hearts.
"You know that I'm madly in love with you, don't you?" he asked after a moment, running his hand through her soft, long hair.
"You're impossible," she said.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way."
She sighed. "You're probably right."
"You didn't enjoy yourself at that party just now, did you?"
She turned to look at him. "No, I didn't. Having the reunion meant so much to you, but I had the feeling that your 'yuppie' friends looked down on me. I overheard some of the girls saying bad things about me – the way I dress and the way I talk. I am just a simple schoolteacher. You are a CEO. We just don't click."
His expression was suddenly grave. "I didn't stop to think about how my friends would look at you. All I could think of was having you by my side all the time. When I'm with you, all I can think of is being with you, making love to you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She started to add that she would get used to it with time, but the words wouldn't quite make it past her lips.
"We won't see them again if you don't want to, Ilene," he continued, stroking her firm breasts through her blouse. "All I need is you."
"Oh, Josh," she whispered in a quavering voice.
"I love you, Ilene," he said tenderly.
That did it. With an incoherent whisper, Ilene kissed him. His hands slipped under her blouse and unhooked her bra. She moaned, taking his lips ravenously as he caressed each breast slowly and thoroughly.
She raked his taut shoulder muscles with her nails and kissed the contours of his jaw, brushing her lips down his magnificent neck and unbuttoning his shirt. He reached for the waistband of her skirt, undoing the button, and pulling down the zipper. His fingers found her clit and he stroked her through panties. Ilene squirmed under the sweet torture. A moment later, he pressed the release on his seat, and they both slid back into the delicious darkness.
"Ilene, touch me," he begged hoarsely.
"You're going to get us arrested," she groaned. But she complied, rearranging herself on his lap, straddling him so that she could reach his zipper. He moaned while she gasped softly as she freed his 8" cock and stroked him boldly, her fingers moving seductively up and down the thick shaft, and lower. When his fingers slid under her panties to touch her more intimately, she uttered a wild cry and lurched forward, kissing him hungrily and pulling at his shirt.
