"Did you mean what you said? "Raine asked walking alongside Tim, a man she had known only briefly, a man who had seen only ten or twelve times, but he offered to walk her home from a birthday party at a local community park venue,
You're not walking back in the dark," Tim questioned,
"Well, I might get lucky! " She replied half-jokingly.
Raine, in a loveless and passionless marriage for too long, would have welcomed an exciting sexual tryst with a handsome stranger. In the real world, it was a thoughtless, and dangerous suggestion. Tim had countered with,
" Your worth is above the purchase of diamonds, I'll walk you back,"
So off they set in the brisk cold night, Raine felt safe and had an unusual sense of excitement. Tim was in a relationship, but Raine glanced at him, and his eyes took her in.
"So, you wanted to get lucky, did you?" His tone was both teasing and smooth,
She felt a sudden wave of honesty, washed over her," You know how long it's been since I had anything between my legs that didn't need batteries!" The words tumbled from her lips, as Tim stopped as they strolled along the tree-lined pathway,
"Raine, I want you, right now!" Tim breathed; his voice choked with a sudden self-consciousness. Despite being with another woman, his own sex life was far from perfect and now, Raine was there in front of him,
"Really?" She looked at them, but she'd always been attracted to the man and now, out of the blue, he confessed a potent sexual declaration,
"I do care for Anijj, but we're not intimate now, and it's killing me," Tim looked at her with a powerful gaze, but Raine gave in to the hot ache in her cunt
"Just this once, come over here," Raine pulled Tim into a group of close-knit trees. The air was cold, but as it stung her skin, tossing her long coat onto a branch, lifting her dress high above her waist, as Tim grabbed at her panties, pulling them over her suspender belt and stockings. The icy breeze bit at her pussy lips, which Raine could tell was alarmingly wet, and hairy. She hesitated and looked over her left shoulder as she bent, braced against a thick tree trunk.
This was pure debauchery.
What was she doing? What must he think of her?