| Straight: Infidelity: A Walk in the Park (2/4) |
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of it? It MUSTN'T come to anything. I pull myself together with a deep breath and tear my eyes away from sinking into yours. I mention casually that I haven't seen you for a while as we continue to walk towards the tree at the end of the path. You tell me that you've moved house. You tell me that your wife (I don't think you've ever mentioned a wife before. Even more reason to get a grip on myself) has a new job and so you had to move out of the area. We reach the trees. So why are you back here, such a long way from your new life? The question seems to shake you. You stop walking and I turn to look into your eyes. You return my gaze, intently and touch my arm. "I had to see you. I don't know why. It's silly but you've been in my thoughts since we moved so I had to come back just once to see you. Does that make any sense at all?" I feel a surge in the pit of my stomach and a spark that travels through my body warming it until it comes to rest in my cunt. I can feel myself moistening with the knowledge that you have been trying to push me out of your head all the time I've been pushing to remove you from mine. My consciousness rests now in your eyes and the desperate pull of my body. "Complete sense", I say and I'm dimly aware of you pushing me backwards against the nearest tree. Our kiss is long and luxurious. I don't remember the last time I kissed anyone like this. It is a kiss that uses more than the lips, which press hot and hard against each other. It is a kiss that uses more than the tongues, which entwine and explore deeply and longingly. It is a kiss which takes my entire soul and as we kiss I feel your soul opening up to me to. My body is tingling with overwhelming desire. My nipples are pushing against my bra aching to be released. Aching to be yours. My cunt is wet, soaking my knickers now as our kiss becomes deeper and all encompassing. As you press your body against mine I can feel that you too want to take this further. Your cock is straining against your trousers and pushing into me, trying to find its home despite you. Our animal, primitive instincts are taking over and it would be the most natural thing in the world to undress, tearing at clothes until there is nothing between us. But there is no time. I have to collect children from nursery. You mumble that you have a meeting. With bodies wound as tight as springs we walk the dogs back to our cars ... wishing there was more time. You sit in the driver's seat of your car and I stand by the open door as we share one more kiss ... wishing there was more time. If there were more time I'd push your car seat back and recline it slightly, leaving space to climb in in front of you. I reach out and unbutton your fly, slowly tantalising you. My eyes burn |
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