It had been a little over two months since she had made love to her husband and she was in a bit of a mood. No, she thought to herself. It had been years since she had made love to him. It had been months since they had fucked. He was half asleep on the couch across the room from her and she looked at him with a sense of disdain she had for so long suppressed. When he began to snore she moved as quietly as possible off of the couch clutching her phone out of guilt, not for what she had done but instead for what she was about to do. She slipped to the back patio and scrolled through the names until it came up. He was saved as "Coach Dan." She typed the message and hit send.
For a long time she sat outside hoping for a response that wouldn't come. A little after ten, not all that late for normal people but at least an hour later than she typically went to bed she gave up, slipped inside, past her sleeping husband, and into bed.
Oh well, she thought. It was probably for the best.
It was bad that she considered waking up at 5:07 to be sleeping in. It was Sunday and her alarm was off. She had no where to be and no reason to get out of bed except that she had to pee and Todd was snoring more loudly even then normal. She slipped out of bed, hating that she felt like she was always having to slip or sneak anywhere she went, relieved herself, and headed for the kitchen to make coffee. When the machine had made just barely a single cup she poured it into a mug and carried it outside. She loved the thick black grittiness of that first cup, especially if she poured it before the whole pot was brewed. The caffeine hit her bloodstream and she felt better. She unlocked her phone. He had replied.
"I don't know about lunch but I am going to hike the mountain first thing. Meet me at sunup and you can go up with me or meet me about seven and we can go get a bottle of water or something.
She stared at the dark blue of the predawn sky. She would have to sneak again, be stealthy, but she had just enough time. In a sports bra and the skintight black shorts she wore to hot yoga she pulled her car out of the garage. He was standing at the trailhead waiting. She wondered how he knew, or if he knew, or if he just regularly waited to see if some desperate mom showed up to climb the trail through the city park to the top of the little mountain that looked down on the south side of town. She sat in her drivers seat her legs stretched out the open car door and pulled on socks and her sneakers.
"Hi there!" he said to her excited. He always seemed excited to see her.
"Good morning." She replied, trying not to sound either nervous or excited.
"Do you have a water bottle?" he asked.
"Crap."
"I have an extra."
He jogged to his car. She stared at his ass. When he returned to her with a plastic bottle of cold water they headed out.
The hike started easily but then intensified as they moved up the rocky path nodding at the stray person who had started up even earlier than they had and was now headed back down. They took breaks a couple of times on the way up but more or less ran the whole way down. She was covered in sweat and panting when they finished. She was bent over, her hands clutching her knees.
"Stand up, put your hands on your head." He coached.
"Ha. Usually guys want you to bend over." She joked, her voice raspy as she panted to catch her breath.
"Oh, no, I like the whole bent over thing, but you need to open up your lungs."
The subtle flirting was nothing new. It was why she had reached out to him in the first place. If anyone was going to make a move on her, it would be him. He seemed to hint at it all baseball season. Little comments from time to time. He smiled at her whenever she picked up her son. He had once stood awkwardly close to her as they waited at the refreshment stand for their kids to use their little ticket to get a snow cone. She stretched her body out standing upright, thrust her chest out, and laced her fingers together on top of her ponytail.
"Better?" she asked.
"I shouldn't say what I am thinking." He commented. He looked her in the eye but she couldn't help but notice his eyes darted to her chest frequently.
"Say it!" she gasped. "I know, I'm hot, sweaty, dirty, I smell, I'm red as a tomato. I'm gross."
"I would agree with the hot part." He replied. The look on his face changed for just a moment. There was seriousness there. She wondered if she could possibly be reading him correctly or if she was just making it up. He moved from the tailgate of his pickup they had been standing beside to the drivers door where there was a keypad. He punched in a code and the truck clucked and made a chunk sound. He moved to door to the backseat, opened it, pulled out two more water bottles and stripped out of his shirt.
His arms were tanner than his chest. He was muscular and fit. He had the start of a gut but not the sizable beer keg most men his age carried around. He stood there, half naked drinking a whole bottle in a single long swallow.
"Is that one for me?" she asked. At the moment, the second bottle of water appealed to her more than his chest and his chest appealed to her in no small way.
"Yes."
"Can I have it?" she asked.
"Sure." He held it out but did not bring it to her. She moved to him. They were trapped in a small hot space between his truck and another car, behind the open door, a long wide leather bench seat extended across the back of the truck's cabin.
He didn't move when she approached. She felt herself lured into a trap. She liked it.
When finally she had the bottle of water she drank it down in desperation. She was about half way through when she felt his hand on the bare flesh above her hip, beneath her rib. She gagged a bit on the water but fought through it until the bottle was empty. When she lowered it from her lips he was right there, inches away, still holding her.
"Not here." She whispered.
"Yes here." He said. An evil smile curled the corners of his mouth.
"I'm serious." She whispered.
"So am I." he said.
It couldn't be this easy.
"Dan." She stated firmly, wrapping her protest up in the single syllable of his name. She prepared a little speech. She wasn't opposed to it. She was definitely interested. She had never done anything like this before though and he needed to be slow about it.
He, on the other hand, knew better. This was not his first time. He moved his hand over her bare skin to her lower back and then up her spine. He had already investigated the clasp between her shoulder blades during the long walk up and the rapid jog back down the mountain. Despite the buckles stubbornness he released it easily using two fingers and his thumb. She gasped when her breasts were released.
"Stop." She said.
"No." he replied. He moved his hand to her clammy tit and gripped her nipple firmly.
"Fuck," she gasped. Her body collapsed back against the side of his truck.
"That's the idea." He said. His other hand found her other tit and he pinched both surprisingly hard. Had her husband ever down such a thing she would have yelped and pushed him away but this was not her husband and she didn't have that kind of power over him. If she pushed him away he might just go. She allowed it and fought off the building sensation that came from actually liking it.
When he finally released her breasts it was only so that he could remove the bra. Through the window she saw two women dressed the same way she was pretending not to look her direction.
"There are people."
"I know."
"Lets go some place else."
"Turn around."
"What?"
"Turn around."
For some reason she did as he said. His hand moved over her body. He started at her shoulders then moved his fingers down her bare back to her waist. He hooked his thumbs inside her tight shorts and in a smooth motion tugged them free of her hips and down to her thighs where they bunched up on her sweaty flesh and refused move any further.
"No." she said, one last time, knowing both that she didn't mean it and that it wouldn't stop him.
His cock was thick, not overly long, but fucking wide and she was incredulous when he managed to stuff it between her thighs and inside of her. It was usually a challenge and her nightstand was covered in an assortment of sticky slippery lubricants she typically needed in order to get a penis inside of her.
Maybe she just wanted this that badly.
She didn't have time to think about it. Her ponytail was pulled back, her chest pressed forward, and her pussy was being stuffed by a thick hard cock.
She didn't make a sound. She clenched her teeth. It was quick, violent, there was slapping and dull grunting from behind her. She stretched her hands out until she gripped the seat out over her head.
Out of nowhere without warning she found her body tighten as if cramping as an intense almost painful orgasm seized her insides as if she had been skewered by one of those electric cattle prod things. She locked her jaw and hoped desperately he wouldn't stop.
She was nearing a second, her body tensing, her cunt quivering; she was holding her breath, when his pace changed. He moved more slowly. He released her hair and grabbed her hips and she buried her face with the butterscotch colored leather.
She felt it.
