Eliza hadn't seen Aidan in over a week. Between work, the children, and both ex's summer vacation swaps, their together time was too often rushed and limited. They had met in June and by August had only managed five or six sexy weekend romps and their weekly Wednesday dates. Getting to know him, pleasing him and being pleased by him made for the best summer she had ever had. The infrequent lovemaking was a lesson in patience, however; Eliza's was wearing thin.
Aidan had been open from the start, and increasingly so lately, about his desire to be seen fondling, if not fucking, Eliza in some public place. He was a risk-taker and fantasized about exhibitionism. He wanted men and women alike to admire his body and skill and his choice of partner as well. The fantasy was one Eliza shared, but didn't quite know how to execute.
Fulfilling his fantasy would be a challenge, and she loved a challenge. A plan to do just that came to her when she was confirming her Friday night date with Aidan.
"I'm sorry we've had to wait a week, A," she purred into the phone, "but I'll make it worth the wait, I promise. I just have to drop some overdue books off to the library before I head over." The naughty, wonderful idea occurred to her just then. "Actually, why don't you meet me there? There's a photography exhibit tonight by some talented locals and a reception, too."
"Sounds perfect" he agreed.
They met at 6 o'clock on the steps to the library. She wasted no time fooling with propriety. She had worn a favorite summer skirt and strappy sandals, and, sitting rather like a ballplayer on a bench with her legs wide open and elbows and back against the ascending steps, she gave him a discreet but liberal view of her pantiless, shaved kitty as he approached.
"Hello there beautiful," he said as he helped her up and kissed her full-on, with tongue, not caring that teens and elders alike were entering and exiting the library, walking within inches of their sensual embrace.
They headed inside, dropped her books off and took in the last 20 minutes of the exhibit and reception. Eliza admired Aidan as he chatted with the photographers about technique, websites, subject matter. While Aidan was asking exhibitors how he might submit some work for the next show, Eliza browsed about, collecting artist statements and cards. And three glasses of Merlot.
She caught one of the photographers staring at her and flashed him a smile and a wink. She was Aidan's girl, but it still felt nice to be noticed. She wondered if the man could see her perverse wheels churning. She was thinking about hot sex with Aidan and was sure it showed all over her flush face and décolleté.
Eliza saw Aidan look at his watch and search the room for her. Their eyes met and they smiled and reunited.
"Ready to go?" he asked, eager to have her follow him back to his place so he could rip that skirt off and devour Eliza's sweet pussy for dinner.
"Not yet" she said, "I want to show you something that might inspire exhibit-quality photos." He laughed and took her hand as she led him to the elevator and up to the second floor.
There they found a carpeted reading area with comfy arm chairs beside an aisle of craft and hobby books. As far as Eliza could see, there were only three people in eyeshot , a plain woman in her fifties reading a gardening book about 12 feet away, a bearded young man checking out "The History of Harley" a little closer but not facing them, and a janitor sweeping up further away.
Eliza motioned for Aidan to sit down, and, feigning interest in a book about knitting, she sat on his lap, opened the book on hers, and leaned back into his warm chest. The chair was deep enough that its arms hid Aidan's as he began to stroke her knees, outer thighs and buttocks through the thin fabric of her skirt. Within a minute, he unfastened the hook at the small of her back and slowly unzipped about four inches of the skirt zipper, massaging her with his strong thumbs. He was never turned on by tramp stamps in that spot, but Eliza's lightest of hair there was so sexy and natural he took in a sharp breath as he felt its softness.
Eliza's top was loose and his hands played along her warm back underneath it. Aroused by his tender touch, Eliza let out a little moan. This caught the attention of the woman and she shot them a disapproving look. They made small talk for a moment until things seemed safe. If the young man had heard, which was very likely, he hadn't flinched. But Aidan noticed he was still on the same page of his book and this made him grin from ear to ear with satisfaction.
