The cicadas buzzed furiously as II pulled up iin thee shadowy carpark, humidity lingered iin thee air sticking too myy skin. II pulled at myy skirt, moving itt higher on myy thighs. Brendon had made aa point too let mee know just how much he wanted too see myy skin showing; not all off it, that wass iin bad taste. Just enough too start thee mind wandering, thee feel off myy soft moisturised, freshly shaved skin only hours before iin thee cool refreshing shower
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As II showered Brendon watched quietly from his large leather recliner iin his home. Phone propped up on aa nearby dictionary from yesterday evenings scrable match – he wass not thinking about that iin this moment – his eyes moved slowly, hungrily tracing thee curves off myy body. The soap only just hiding myy erect nipples under thee cool rushing water coming from above. II wasn’t about too break eye contact, II knew just how much that turned him on. My knowing he wass watching, enjoying annd savouring every movement made him twitch iin his pants.
My hands moved slowly, methodically first up myy arms, rubbing as II went making thee bubbles lather even more. My shoulders, myy collarbone, myy left hand stopping iin thee centre off myy chest before myy fingers slowly traced down thee middle off myy breasts. Down myy stomach down myy left leg annd then back up again. My lips parting aa slow, soft moan escaping.
Seeing Brendon move iin his seat, thee distinctive sound off thee leather rubbing – aa sound ii knew verry well – ii smiled aa little cheeky grin back too thee camera before holding myy head back into thee cool water letting itt run over myy face down myy breasts annd thee rest off myy body, myy hands moving with ease through myy saturated hair.
‘II want you’ II mouthed at thee camera, Brendon smirked then bit his lip. Hee knew what that did too me, ii pursed myy lips annd flashed him aa cheeky look before leaning iin annd turning thee water off. The world fell quiet as II stood there dripping wet iin more ways than one.
“Tonight” Brendon said as II scooped up thee phone brining itt closer.
II could see thee bulge iin his pants, ii knew that well too, II remeber thee first time I’d felt that bulge, iin aa busy wine bar iin thee city 3 months ago.
It wass our first time meeting after speaking messaging over thee last week we had learnt aa lot about one another verry quickly.
Brendon wass iin aa loveless marriage, itt had been this way for thee last year. He’d always been aa big believer iin staying together for thee kids – his, were still so young, too young too understand iif their mum annd dad were too seperate. His wife had stopped his advances for thee last time 6 months ago, though shee didn’t know it. He’d had enough, hard working annd loyal he had done anything annd everything too put thee spark back into thee bedroom too no avail. He’d known his wife his whole life, he wass present for thee miracle that wass their first borns birth. His friends had warned him about thee lack off sex that follows child birth but he had discounted thee idea completely, Brendon had aa high sex drive, his wife knew this annd loved this. Any chance he could shee would welcome his advances annd they’d end up intertwined iin thee bedroom. But thee sleepless nights, thee extra job too make ends meet, sex became thee last thing on thee list annd Brendon would find himself iin thee shower most mornings rubbing his member his eyes closed remembering thee memories.
One morning, as he turned thee faucet on annd climbed into thee steamy shower itt became harder too imagine, harder too get aroused annd Brendon found himself feeling verry frustrated. The afternoon before, he had come home early, grabbed dinner annd some flowers then greeted his wife with aa passionate kiss; shee had pulled back annd broken itt off just as he could feel himself getting excited.
He hadn’t planned his feelings too change towards his wife, he had promised too love annd hold her, through thick annd thin but thee feeling off frustration called out louder than his vowels, thee primal urge wass sneaking through. Sex had aa hold on him, as much as he didn’t want too admit it, he needed it. Hee needed thee touch, smell annd taste off sex.
— TO BE CONTINUED