Mrs. Bisby's divorce case was getting uglier all the time. Her husband, Dave, a police officer, was looking for anything her could use to make himself look like less of an ass, and that ended any more late night swims. Her lawyer said she had to avoid anything that even looked improper to maintain the upper hand in any court actions, and with Mr. Bisby's police friends she was basically under lock down.
Our one night together, some weeks ago, was still fueling my daily masturbation fantasies. I could still feel the weight of her full breasts in my hands, the feel of her nipples stiffening under my lips, the taste of her sex, and I wanted to experience all those and more.
The only time it seemed we met was when we both took our garbage out on Wednesday evenings for the next day's morning pick up.
"He's being a total asshole," she said as she sat out the garbage bags. "I can't even go t the damn grocery store without having a cop car drive past as I park and leave."
"I'm sorry," I said, as I watched her lean over her cleavage on display in a sundress. "Looking better than ever," I said. She blushed slightly. "You are such a boobie boy."
I only grinned. "I know a good thing when I see it."
"Don't think I'm not thinking of you," she almost whispered. "That night was very special to me."
"Me too. I think of it all the time. I'd give almost anything to have it happen again."
"That's sweet of you to say, and I would love to be with you, even though I think we both know it would only be for a little while, but I know he's having be followed and watched."
"I want you so bad," I said. "We have to think of something.
"I know. I miss being with you too. We'll think of something."
I met her in the alley the following week with a plan.
I explained to her the next time she went grocery shopping that I'd have already shopped for her and have the grocery cart put aside in the back. I'd worked there in high school and knew the store. She woud park in front, go in the store and immediately walk out the back, near the loading docks, into my car. We'd sneak her back into the store the same way.
"We can't go to my house. The neighbors would see and who knows if Dave has anyone watching it."
"We can't go to my house either. My parents are home."
She laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I feel like a teenager trying to sneak out. It's kind of exciting in a way.
"So where can we go?" I asked. She said she knew a spot.
Our plan was in place and we put in action. I shopped off a list she had put together and stahed the cart near the employee break room. She'd only have to grab a few perishables and go to check out. As I began to move my car to the back of the store, I watched appreciately as she walked in the front of the grocery store. She wore a tank top and short, but not unlady-like khaki skirt. Her breasts looked wonderful, high and full as she walked. Their slight bounce instantly began to have an impact on me. Mrs. Bisby seemed so much younger than just few months ago. Her dark hair looking loose and and free in the moonlight.
She walked out the back of the store, got in into my car and kissed me and then ducked down. I drove past a man I recognized as an off duty policeman. He merely waved, and I smiled to myself knowing we'd gotten away with it so far.
We drove a few miles out of town. My arms was around Mrs. Bisby and I let it slide down to soflty touch the outer curve of her breast, and she responded by giving my crotch a soft pat.