Having breakfast at a local greasy diner with my beau, the conversation stopped when Daniel wantonly gazed upon a young woman walking with her boyfriend along the street outside the window.
I couldn't blame him, as the girl was, well, eye-catching. She was wearing a tight tee top which placed her breasts in prominent display. Her beige mini-skirt showed a lot of leg, and I swear Daniel was placed in a trance by her swaying hips.
"Daniel?"
The calling of his name snapped his eyes away from the girl's shapely ass. He guiltily looked at me, only to see my head-shaking smile. "It's okay, Daniel, I understand. She looks very attractive."
I glanced at the couple, now nearing the end of our sightline, as did my boyfriend. They were a cute couple who were snuggled against each other. Her hand was placed gently on her boyfriend's ass, while he was kissing her neck.
"I wonder where they do it," asked Daniel.
"Huh?"
"You know, they probably can't do it at home unless their parents are away, so I just wonder where they do it when they can't mess around at home," said my boyfriend, an older man with graying hair. "They have to sneak away somewhere."
I surmised they found the normal places to make love, the places where lovebirds have mated over the ages. At a local park, for instance, or down by the lake at a local lover's lane under a blanket of darkness. There they would turn a car into a bedroom like lovers have for decades. I can't be sure, but most likely lovers of olden days may have even used the back bench of a carriage for their lovemaking setting.
It got me thinking. I was lucky my lover --- he a married man --- didn't mind our own love nests, like my apartment or a local motel. For quickies, we were just like the young lovers, we didn't mind being contortionists and making love in one of our trusty automobiles. For many reasons I've always liked being a little adventurous, and if that sense of adventure led be to a secluded yet semi-public setting for sex, so be it.
We lowered our voices and speculated on the "unusual" --- that's his word, not mine --- places we had sampled each other's sexual talents over our three-year relationship. Yes, we'd regularly do it in the car, but over time Daniel would convince me to become more adventuresome in our relationship. We performed our sexual escapades in numerous places, locations which made my friends blush.
One of his favorites was in the stairwells of mall parking lots, in between floors with the door closed above and below so that an intruder would be heard in advance of his or her spying eyes catching us doing some type of wild thing. We had also messed around in a dark, cramped closet at a local library and braved the elements outdoors in a national park. Our most risky might have been the quick blowjob I gave him in a dressing room at Sears just minutes after the store opened. While there was nobody around at first, I heard women walking past and conversing with each other just feet away from us. Luckily, I had gotten him to shoot off quickly, and we were able to slip away without being caught.
Conversely, on one occasion we were caught in the act by several women when we got it on in a rest room during a rock concert. It didn't faze the three girls at all, as they were, well, drunk and more interested in using the facilities than watching our lovemaking. They actually clapped at our activities before leaving.
Yes, we had led an adventurous love life, and those semi-public sex escapades were not only physically hot but also mentally. I had used my trusty hairbrush on numerous occasions thinking about our lovemaking sessions and often wondered if we'd ever be able to best whatever last session we had.
I met Daniel when I worked at the fast food restaurant he managed. He was a good boss, gave us a little leeway on breaks and hours worked, and I missed him when he was transferred to another store.
It was purely by accident when we met at Target, he looking for some jewelry for his wife, me shopping for a new watch. We shared coffees at Starbucks and went our separate ways, but that night I used my trusty hairbrush to satisfy my sexual urges, using Daniel as the poster boy for manhood.
He was quite attractive, as he looked distinguished yet had an air or youth. He was in his mid-40s and regularly worked out, something he reminded me I should do more of...the creep.
Not that I am obese or anything, at 5-5, my 128 pound, 23-year-old frame carries my long brown hair and brown eyes well.
As luck would have it Daniel ran into me at Wendy's one day at lunchtime. Little did I know he had been waiting for me, as I'd mentioned I ate at the restaurant a couple times each week. I was surprised, but pleased, that we met. I asked how his wife Wendy --- how ironic is that? --- was, and he quizzed me of my recent dates.
At that time I hadn't been seeing anyone special, not since being dumped by Jason several weeks before.
Throughout lunch I caught Daniel sneaking glances at my chest on several occasions, and after a while decided to have some fun with the guy. Sort of give an old guy a thrill.
I excused myself and went to the rest room, returning with my mini-skirt hiked a little higher. He gentlemanly stood as I reached the table, and I couldn't help but laugh as his eyes glued themselves to an expanse of thigh which was revealed when I snuggled into my seat.
"Mr. Dawson! You are being a little obvious," was my stern comment. "Don't hurt yourself looking..."
Busted, Daniel blushed like the child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"It's just you are, well, so beautiful!" stammered the man old enough to be my father.
I waved off his comments. "It's okay, it's okay, I was just kidding you."
While he was embarrassed at being caught, it didn't stop him from staring at places other than my eyes over the next few minutes. It was kind of cute, actually, and I really enjoyed having some control over the married man.
In any event, he went to get his car washed and I went back to work with a smile on my face...all the while wondering if I'd get the chance to tease the man more in the future. Little did I know it would be sooner than I thought as later that afternoon my phone rang and Mr. Dawson's voice brought a smile to my eyes.
"You left your umbrella at Wendy's, and if you want I could drop it off after work."
That sounded like a deal, and we agreed to meet at 5:30 that cool winter evening. Honest, nothing was planned, but for some reason I jumped into his waiting car when I left the high rise office where I worked. My skirt had revealed an expanse of thigh when I sat down, something Mr. Dawson dutifully noted. I took the umbrella he handed me, and asked him to drive me to my car just two rows away.
He did, pulling into a space besides my car, and I did the unthinkable. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his thoughtfulness.
"If I knew I was going to get a kiss I would have bought you a new umbrella and said this one was lost," joked the man many years my senior.
I smiled, and, well, something came over me. I bent toward the man and planted a slow kiss on his open mouth. We held the pose for a few seconds before he broke the kiss, bringing a look of disappointment to my face. "If we're going to do that, maybe I should drive to the back of the lot."
He looked at me, as if waiting to be dismissed. I just smiled, and he took the hint. He drove away from the front of the building and around back. He pulled into a space along the back of the lot, well away from any other vehicles and guarded from two sides by bushes.
Turning toward me, he smiled and pulled me toward him. Without any hesitation I leaned over and soon we were kissing like teenagers. I have to admit it was quite exciting knowing I was attractive to this mature specimen. I loved it when he kissed my neck, and when he did that in tandem with massaging my breast, well, I was smitten. His hand snaked inside my blouse and he caressed my breast, first, on top of my bra and then on bare skin after lifting the bra off and above my breasts.
"Umm," I cooed, enjoying the sensation. "Don't stop, it's perfect."
Daniel's soft fingers danced on my nipples, first one then the other. All the while he kept kissing my neck. Even in the dark I noticed his excitement below, and I reached down to caress his cock over his pants, an action which brought a sigh to his throat.
