"Meet in 20 min!"
The text message caught me somewhat by surprise sitting there in my meeting on a Tuesday afternoon at work. It was the middle of the day and looking down at my phone I did not know what to think. Clara and I had been seeing each other and fucking like a pair of adolescent bunnies ever since the night she showed up at my door. But it had always been later at night, usually carefully planned, and never never on such short notice. After all she was still married, even if unhappily so, and I nor her wanted to cause any unnecessary drama. She was 13 years older than me in her 40s and there was not the slightest misunderstanding about what we were doing or where it was going. She was using me to vent some "marital frustrations" as she once put it, and my young sexually charged body was at her service.
"At work now, can't, later tonight." I texted back already picturing her delicious hot self ready and waiting for me, feeling guilty I was getting aroused and not paying attention to the meeting I had called together.
"NO, NOW! Upper parking." was her response. The upper parking she referred to being near the Salsa club where we had first met.
Many thoughts raced through my mind. Had her husband found out?! Was she pregnant?! Had she found out she had something?! What?! I must have gone white because the noise of the meeting died down and everyone stared at me.
"Hey man, are you alright, you look pale?" one co-worker asked.
"No, I'm not, feel really bad all of a sudden. You guys continue without me." I took the opportunity and excused myself almost running out the door my phone in hand.
"Heading there now." I texted back. No response.
I drove into the upper parking, up the long dirt ramp, speeding up it hoping Clara was already there. This parking was the perfect place to meet someone in secret, and I had used the place before. It was more of a cleared unpaved dirt area behind the club with three sides covered by thick brush and one covered by the upper part of the windowless club building itself. If you came up here during the night there would be at least a dozen parked cars with god only knows what deviant behaviour taking place inside each. But right now, in the middle of the day, it was deserted. Clara was not there, I parked beside the building and waited, not knowing how or what to prepare myself for exactly. She finally showed up a few minutes later, driving up the dirt ramp as hard and fast as I had with the same sense of urgency. She skidded to a halt a few parking spots over from where I was and I could sense urgency in her movements as she was shutting off the car, opened the door, got out, left the door wide open and walked towards me.
She had an angry look on her, still looking gorgeous as always, but in a mean way. She was wearing all black, something that looked like a knitted dress though too short to be one, with a big overall whitish coloured belt tied around the waist, black skin tight tights on her legs ending in whitish almost knee high boots.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I too was stepping out of my car. Without a word she angrily put her hands on my chest and more roughly than I ever remember her being with me she shoved me back against my own car. To my surprise however her hands quickly moved down to my pants, fighting with the button and zipper to undo them. "
"What the fuck is...!" I protested feeling somewhere in between shocked and pleasantly surprised. My protest was cut short though.
"Shut the fuck up and get your cock rock hard as usual for me. I don't have long!"
Her fingers had already undone my jeans and slid them down far enough to slide my briefs down too, and had already let my non-erect cock hang out before she had finished the sentence. She dropped down, crouching, brought her mouth down to my soft cock and wrapped her lips around the soft head and sucked it into her wet scalding hot mouth. God that mouth felt good causing a grunt to escape my throat. It was so hot and wet and with those lips so tightly wrapped around the soft shaft she was able to suck it all in easily. Feeling her wet tongue playing with the soft shaft and looking down at her hungrily eating my dick of course I could not stay soft for long. I watched as my cock grew harder, thicker, longer, making her have to slowly pull more and more of it out and adjust herself to be able to keep her lips tightly wrapped and sucking on the ever growing erection. When she felt it was hard enough she popped it out, grabbed it with one hand and gripping it fairly tight she stroked it harder and harder watching the wet slick shaft and the slowly dripping precum now coming out the tip.
"Good enough..." and with saying that got up, left my rock hard wet cock, and headed back towards her car parked no more then a stride away. When she reached the open door, she stopped, reached for the edges of her tights and pulled them down the back of her legs down to just above the back of her knees. Her hot white ass perfect as always beckoning me to come over. She was wearing a very thin black thong that was barely there, barely visible. She hooked her fingers in on the sides of the waistband and pulled it down her legs too following the tights, pulling the thin string out from between her ass cheeks in the process.
"Apparently what's wrong with my marriage is that I don't let him fuck me in the ass. Can you believe that?!" she almost yelled it at me not having noticed I was right behind her, rock hard thick cock still dripping wet from her mouth in my hand inches from her bare exposed pussy.
