The car was parked up a slope, underneath the bridge abutment and shielded on both sides by high weeds and underbrush. From its vantage one could see the narrow gravel road below winding along the floodplain of the summer-shrunken river. The area had an unkempt look with piles of broken concrete dropped here and there among the unruly patches of high weeds and scrubby, stunted trees.
High above the floor of the valley the Bloor Street viaduct carried the mid-day traffic on whining tires that protested the afternoon heat. Slung just below the roadway and nestled in the superstructure, the east-west subway rattled its way along the great belly of the bridge.
It was a sultry day and the sun rode high overhead shrinking the shadows to tiny inkblots below the gnarled trees and painting a dark slash beneath the bridge where they were secluded. Up the embankment behind them and hidden by the footings of the bridge they could hear the constant swish of traffic on the Don Valley Parkway.
Far below them near the riverbed, two teenage boys took turns winding a dirt bike through its paces. The protestations of the small engine seemed removed from the darting of the vehicle as the distant sounds hung muted in the heaviness of the air.
The windows of the car were down to catch whatever breeze could be coaxed inside. But neither the heat nor the distant vehicle noises distracted their attention from one another.
His fingers trailed lightly along her cheek and neck flushed pink with the heat and her excitement. He felt the dampness at her nape as he nuzzled close inhaling the lingering sweetness of her perfume. His mouth pulled gently at her covering her lips, sucking at them one at a time, tracing them with the tip of his tongue.
Slowly, he released her buttons, allowing the fabric of her blouse to glide off her shoulders, nudging the cloth to ease it down her arms and watching silently as it gaped in the middle, exposing full shapely breasts, alabaster tipped with brown aureoles and pinkish buds that stiffened under his examination.
She shuddered slightly and tried to move in closer to him shielding her breasts from the boldness of his gaze as tiny fingers of guilt mixed with the forbidden excitement that tightened her belly. She thought fleetingly of her husband and her young son but the sensations plucking at her loins were irresistible.
He cupped her breast lightly, lifting it up and then letting it bob back against her chest as if testing its weight or checking its fullness. She wanted him to hold them firmly in his strong hands, capture her breasts, kneading and squeezing them with ardor. But his fingers kept grazing her skin, tracing the fullness of her orbs then softly pressing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
She shuddered again as his hands skimmed over the bareness of her sides, moving up to lift her arms and drape them on his shoulders. Her eyes closed as his head dipped to nuzzle her cleavage, nibbling and licking the smooth skin of her breasts.
His tongue fluttered against her as it moved patiently over the roundness, stopping intermittently while he sucked fleetingly at her white skin. All too briefly his lips closed on her nipple wetting her and nibbling the bud to hardness.
She cradled his head in her arms pressing the nipple to his lips, trying to make him suckle while he alternately licked the nipple keeping it wet then blew on it tenderly to cool it.
Slipping his hand under her skirt he softly caressed her smooth skin, easing his hand between her thighs and nudging them ajar.
She lay back against the seat and relaxed a little as his fingers continued to explore the sensitive skin beneath the cloth. She badly wanted to be touched but she fought her eagerness lest she appear anxious and thereby slutty.
He loved that reluctance in her and reveled in the color that sprang to her cheeks when her modesty clashed with her deeper needs. It was what he enjoyed most about married women - coaxing them to levels of depravity they'd never even contemplated.
"I love the feel of your naked legs," he mused, uttering the first words spoken between them in almost thirty minutes.
Her acknowledgement was but a preoccupied wisp of a smile as she snuggled down further with her back braced against the passenger door.
He lifted her left leg closer to the seatback while subtly leaning forward a little so his right arm blocked her from moving it back. His left hand found the top of her leg cupping the back of her thigh firmly while the tips of his fingers grazed the slope of her buttocks where they left the confines of her panties.
Her skirt was pulled right up now as she laid back submissively, eyes closed and face flushed. She did not resist when he shifted his position, unbuttoned the waistband on her skirt and eased it down as far as it would go.
"Lift up," he commanded when the white linen garment lodged on her hips. She raised her bottom off the seat and he whisked the fabric down her legs and off, tossing it onto the back seat with her blouse.
Only the soft yellow bikini panties remained of her clothing. He smiled to himself as he leaned down toward her belly blowing soft tickling breaths on her exposed navel and hips and flicking his tongue teasingly along the elastic waistband.
Moving his head lower, he was aware of the tiny wisps of blond hair that peaked out of the leg bands of the flimsy garment. He drew his breath in the heady musk of her scent. The thin isthmus of fabric between her legs had darkened slightly from the growing dampness behind.
She was fidgeting, moving her hips toward him imploringly as he blew his warm breath on her secret place. She wanted him badly and the lust in her belly drove any shred of guilt from the immediacy of her need.
He laid his cheek on her taut stomach while his fingers dipped under the leg bands of her panties, touching all around her mons but avoiding the moist and pouting lips of her sex.
She shifted her position frequently now as he purposely held back what she badly wanted. He was teasing her blatantly. Her breath was irregular and she seemed to whisper half words, little moans and sighs as she rolled her head from side-to-side.
He drew back a little from her enjoying her frustration momentarily and using it to increase her need. Waiting until her eyes fluttered open and met his he instructed her harshly, "Take off your panties."
Without hesitation she hooked her thumbs in the garment, skimming it down over her legs and off her feet, tossing it in the back seat with the rest of her discarded things.
Pressing his palms against her thighs, he eased them apart and pushed them up toward her hips. She squirmed her naked buttocks further down on the seat in anticipation, thus giving him complete access to her most private places.
