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?”
