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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Parking Lot Cheaters

Thomas sat in his car.  He was early, and the cool night air crept through the windows, buzzing his ears constantly.  He was too nervous to think to roll up the windows though.  His eyes darted around constantly.  He calculated possible questions and answers for his reason to be at this particular shopping market across town, far away from where he worked, played, and lived.

What if she asks me why I’m here?  “I came to this store because my friend from work told me they have a special fish that I’ve been looking for.”  What if she asks me what fish?  Shit, that won’t do.  I don’t know anything about fish.  Neither does she, I can bullshit her.  But what if she pulls my card and makes me go in the store with her to show her what fish?  Shit.  Think of something else.  What am I thinking?  She trusts me.  She thinks I’m at the gym.  I am way across town.  She would never show up here.  Relax, breath.

Thomas took a deep breath, but he felt nervous, just the same.  He knew he was fucking up.  He shouldn’t be there and his thoughts were a mess.  He thought about Amber.  He pictured her, looking at him seductively, the way she always did.  He pictured her smiling eyes and he grunted.  He wanted to taste her.  She was so hot for him.  He would be kissing her sweet lips and running his hand over her body in minutes.  He tried not to get hard.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror.  It was already pointed at him.  He ran his fingers around his mouth, clearing any moisture, and then he looked at his teeth.  His breath was fresh.  He was satisfied.  He looked at the rose on the seat.  He glanced at the time.  6:45.  Amber would be there soon.

He thought about what he was doing there again.  There was no chance of getting caught by his wife.  He felt bad about it, guilty.  He wished that he could tell her about it and that she would be ok with it.  He wished that he could just have girlfriends on the side and not have to hide it.  He could not say no to Amber.  She was hot, and she wanted him.  There was nothing he could do about it, except be with her.  He wondered when he would finally get to fuck her.  She said soon.  She said…just then, he spotted Amber’s car.

He watched the silver Honda maneuver and then pull up to next to his.  He found her face with his eyes and then they shared a look.  They smiled at each other as she put it in park.  His nervousness floated away without notice.  He made his way over to her side of the car as she made her way out.  He was nervous again.

“Hi,” he said.  She was still fumbling to get out of the car.

“Oh my god, it’s so hard to get of my car sometimes,” she said and then laughed. 

“I know!” he agreed, almost unconsciously, with a laugh.  They were finally face to face.  She smiled at him. 

“Hey,” she said.  He was glad to finally have her full attention.

“Hey,” he answered.  “I’m glad you made it.  I missed you.”

She let out a chuckle.  “You missed me only after a few hours?”  She smiled, teasingly.  He smiled back.  She was so hot.  He moved closer to her and put his hands on her thin waist.  He pulled her in, and her scent blasted him and filled him with lust.

“Yeah, I missed you,” he whispered.  “You drive me crazy.  You’re all I ever think about,” he said, and then he kissed her.  He leaned into her and he felt her body brushing against him.  He slowly moved his hands along her waist to her lower back, and then he moved his right hand over her tight ass.  He hardened instantly as they continued to taste each other.  He was in bliss, and then they pulled apart, moments later.

“I can’t wait until we can really be together,” he said.  He wanted to know when they would finally fuck.

“Well, you could have come by last weekend when I asked you to,” she said.  There was no way he could have done that, she knew.  He knew that she was poking at him, displeased that he would not leave his wife on a Saturday to see her. 

“You know I couldn’t do that, Amber,” he said, pleading for her to understand. 

“Couldn’t?  Or wouldn’t?” she asked.  She dropped her smile, subtly inching back from him.  “Is she more important than me?  Why does she get your weekends?  Am I just your weekday thing?”

“No, no,” he pleaded, pulling her closer again.  “Are you crazy?  I am so crazy for you.  I can’t stand her.  We haven’t touched each other in months.  She doesn’t love me, and she…look, it’s just not that easy.  I promise, soon, maybe this weekend I can swing by your place.”

“Really?” she asked, smiling again.  “What will you tell her?”

“I will tell her I’m going out on guys night, and I will take you to dinner and then we can go to your place and we can,”

“We can what?” she cut him off.  “You wanna make love to me?” she teased.  She grabbed his crotch.  “You wanna fuck me?” she teased again, narrowing her eyes seductively.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered.  “Why do we have to wait?” he begged.  “Can we go to your place right now?” he begged.

“No,” she laughed, rubbing his crotch, still, softly with one finger.

“Please, we don’t even have to do it all the way.  Maybe you can just use your hands or suck it a bit,” he begged.

“No,” she said, pulling her hand back.  “You have to be a good boy and wait.  You can wait, can’t you?”  He sighed like a baby and pulled back from her.

“If I have to,” he added, giving up his fight.  He could hardly stand her teasing.  He desperately needed her. 

“Is that your phone buzzing?” she asked.  Damn, he thought.  He turned and looked at his passenger seat.  He knew it was Cynthia, his wife.  He saw the rose, though, and opened the door to get it.  “Is that her?  Do you have to run home to her now?  I wish you’d run to get your phone every time I call you.”

“No, it’s not her,” he lied, turning off the ringer while he got the rose.  He gave the flower to her.

“Awe,” she whined.  “Thank you, baby,” she said, bringing the rose to her nose.  He glanced around the parking lot.  People had been coming and going into and out of the supermarket.  He hadn’t been paying attention, but he assumed that nobody had noticed him.  She leaned in to kiss him again.

“Do you like the rose?” he asked.

“Yes, they’re my favorite,” she smiled.  She put her arms around him.  “Your wife doesn’t notice when you go home smelling of me?”

“No,” he said.  “She never gets close enough to notice,” he lied.  He would have to change clothes and wash the crap out of his hands, if she only knew. 

“Does she have big tits like mine?” she asked, putting his hand on her voluptuous breast.

“No,” he lied.  His wife was at least the same size.

“Does she blow you good?” she asked.

“No,” he said.  “She doesn’t blow me at all,” he added, telling the truth this time.

“Well, you just wait then, baby.”  She ran her finger down his chest.  “I will blow you better than she ever has.  You won’t ever wanna go back to her,” she added.  He grunted slightly.  “Thomas?”

“Yeah, mija?”

“Do you love me?”