"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. "
