I get my beautiful secret on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. I spend Saturday thinking about how much I love Wednesday and Wednesday thinking about how much I hate Saturday. We had been meeting every Wednesday with few exceptions, for 10 months. In the beginning of the start of our meetings we would meet in the middle of an empty court in a neighborhood full of empty lots.
Those early first meetings in the empty court often involved her kissing my lips and setting my soul on fire. She had, and still has the power to kiss me and make my legs tremble. I felt like I was 12 all over again, meeting my crush after school to make out. Here I was 30 years old spending my entire week looking forward to that Wednesday morning kiss.
Over the course of the weeks as the relationship developed things progressed. I hadn't ever in my life had a kiss that could quiet all my anxieties and ignite such a chaos all at once. She never rushed me, only kissed me passionately as her little hands wandered around my waist, up my shirt and eventually down my pants. Being so wildly attracted to her, there were many days after she and I met that I honestly couldn't remember my drive to work. I hated her ability to make me so discombobulated. The feeling of her un-buttoning my tight work pants to rub my clit made me feel like I was melting into a puddle of my own brain cells. It never took her long to get me off standing there next to our cars. She made me so wet and swollen I was almost embarrassed by it. On those occasions she would mention it, I always blushed as though it was something to be ashamed of. I loved her two fingers gently making a circular motion on my clit, her other hand holding me securely at the small of my back while I laid my head on her shoulder and tried to keep my orgasm quiet.
Our meeting place on Wednesdays would change every so often as did our activities when we met. We found ourselves meeting nearly every day it was possible for both of us to drive somewhere to see one another even if it was for less than a half of an hour.
In the 10 months her and I had been sleeping together we had met and loved one another in many places. Parking lots, a few hotels and her work desk to name a few. Most recently, my house. My husband working just a few miles away she would park her car just up the road and wait for me to pick her up.
My heart races on the very short drive to my house from the pick up spot. Neither of us blend into the small town population of the area I live in. Not to mention the fact that both of us know many people in the area. While most of our mutual friends know the two of us to be "friendly" or even good friends, there isn't a reason I could think of for her to be in my car one and a half hours from her house on a night she's supposed to be at home. It's always a relief to pull into my driveway.
I love having her at my house. It's more relaxed, and I don't have to worry about the cops showing up while we lay naked in the back of her car while I'm tongue fucking her.
I lock the door behind us and she reaches out and pulls me in for that kiss only she can give me. After all the time spent together it is still her kiss that gets me. I love to be close to her. She smells so good. Her hair, her skin, it's all perfect. She is beautiful, my heart thumps in my chest only for her and for these next moments she is mine.
I pull back slightly from the kiss, grab a fist full of her shirt collar and lead her to my bedroom. I lead her to my bed where she can stand over me while I sit below her. I can feel the outline of the strap-on harness through her tight thin material pants as I run my hands over and around her. She's wearing HER harness. It's a fabulously sexy thin strapped leather apparatus with metal buckles. It looks amazing on her. Given the opportunity, I could spend hours watching her walk around my house wearing nothing but that harness.