Neal scrolled through his texts until he got to the one from Sam - an androgynous shortening of Samantha that wouldn't cause suspicion were someone to go snooping through his phone. It was after 12:00, and he wanted to be sure he was waiting for her in the right place. The text read simply, "Noon, Cross Keys Inn." He put his phone away as she walked in.
Mrs. Rebecca Samantha Brown Lambert was wearing a sky blue mini cocktail dress with a high empire waist. Her deeply tanned legs provided good contrast to the sky blue material of her dress, and she had succeeded in finding a pair of high heeled strappy sandals that matched perfectly. Her skin glowed from the application of a quality lotion while her hair was up in some sort of Victorian bun that allowed her dangling diamond earrings to twinkle and sparkle in the shafts of mid day sunlight that angled into the restaurant. The white ring of skin around her left ring finger where her wedding rings used to be suggested much.
Neal watched the thin material of her dress slide smoothly across her thighs and hips as she walked toward him. Her DD cup breasts bounced rhythmically each time her heel struck the ground revealing the lack of a bra under the halter topped dress. As she drew closer, he could see her erect nipples poking at the material that covered them. Looking at Sam's nipples, Neal realized why his wife insisted on always wearing a bra and his cock immediately began to harden.
Sam felt Neal's eyes locked onto her nipples and it made her feel both sexy and self-conscious at the same time. The excitement of actually going through with this clandestine rendezvous was proving to be as exhilarating as she thought it could be. She had often fantasized about how it would feel to cheat on her husband. She loved him dearly, but she felt she needed some excitement in her life to counter the demands of both her job and her duties as a wife and mother. Surely, this would help prevent her from falling into a rut that would slowly eat away at her joie de vie.
"Wow," said Neal as he stood and pulled out the bar stool next to him so that Samantha could sit down.
"Hi," said Samantha blushing as she tried to pull enough of the fabric of her dress under her butt to sit on.
"You look really hot," said Neal staring at the hem of her dress that cut across her upper thighs and inched even higher as she sat down and crossed her legs.
"Thanks," said Samantha, enjoying the hungry look of sexual desire in his eyes; a look she hadn't seen since she and her husband first started dating. It caused tiny goose bumps to emerge on the majority of her exposed skin.
Neal marveled at the way her plump thighs merged into her flared hips. He saw no panty lines and wondered what, if anything, she wore under her dress. His wife had refused to wear anything remotely sexy, claiming proper mothers and wives didn't dress that way. So, seeing this outfit left Neal adjusting his pants to accommodate his hardening member.
The bar tender placed a cocktail napkin in front of her and openly admired her cleavage as he took her drink order. She placed her purse on the bar next to her napkin and carefully re-crossed her legs.
"I'll have a pinot noir," said Sam with a flirtatious smile.
"And how 'bout you, sir?" said the bartender with a raised eyebrow. "Can I get you another?"
"I'm good," said Neal, still drinking in the vision of the unbelievably sexy woman who had just joined him at the bar.
"I told them I had a parent conference this afternoon and wouldn't be coming back to the office," said Samantha as the bartender walked away.
"I'm supposed to be meeting some contractor at home, so I took half a day," offered Neal after he'd swallowed a sip of the Jameson he'd been nursing since he'd arrived.
"That gives us a good three hours to..." Samantha never finished her sentence, but blushed visibly as the bartender returned within earshot with her drink.
"Do you think your office has any idea what you're really doing this afternoon?" asked Neal.
"I seriously doubt it," said Sam, pausing to sip her drink. "I mean, I didn't wear this to work you know."
"No, that probably would not have been appropriate attire for the office," said Neal.
"What about you? Anybody question your alibi?"
"Naw," said Neal smiling as he wiped some condensation from the side of his glass. "Maybe if you had called the office looking for me, but since you have my cell phone number, you'd have no reason to."
"Oh really?" said Sam sarcastically. "Sounds like you've done this before."
"No," admitted Neal. "But I have thought about it before."
"So, this will be your first clandestine rendezvous?" she asked, trying to hide the insecurity in her voice.
"Why all the questions all of a sudden?" asked Neal frowning at Sam. "I thought this was going to be a 'no questions asked' fuck session?"
The words made her pussy throb and she breathed in with an audible hiss as if she'd been pricked by a needle. Her cheeks again flushed a bright pink as she looked around nervously to see if anyone had heard his comment. Her feelings were a jumble of excitement and fear, all of which were combining to add to her extreme state of horniness.
"Baby, it's important to me that no one finds out what we're doing here. I mean, I'm a mother and all, and if anyone saw me with you dressed like this..."
Again, Samantha didn't finish her sentence. There was fear and doubt in her voice, and it even caused her to shiver at the thought of being caught.
"Sam?" said Neal, gently lifting her chin. "If we're going to do this, you have to remember that part of the excitement is the fear of being caught."
"This has already been more exciting than I ever could have imagined," she confessed.
