Her phone vibrated with another sexy text message from him. Her heart fluttered. He was letting her know he was almost there to take her to lunch. She'd much rather he just take her. He was the rough, tough, working man; she was the prim, proper, professional woman. When she stepped out of her office she saw him standing against his truck, waiting for her. Oh yes, this is what she'd waited for all morning, and the entire night before. His tan skin was a beautiful contrast to his lighter hair, his shirt was slightly dirty, and his jeans even dirtier, his boots were filthy. It all lent to his appeal. She walked right up to him and kissed him. They drove to eat and spoke of various things. When they got back in the car he leaned over and kissed her with a ferocity that belied his laid back appearance. Beneath his casual veneer was a man who was as desperate as she was to consummate this hunger that neither of them could satiate. His lips were on hers, his hands running over her back, into her hair, around her neck, and finally, dipping between her thighs. As he drew his hands back to himself, both of them breathing deeply, attempting to calm down, he tasted his fingers. She nearly lost her head. She knew what his tongue could do. He glanced around and saw a gentleman looking into their vehicle. "You'd better drive away or someone is going to call the police on us," he managed as she put the car in gear and did just that.
They stopped at a red light a few blocks away and he again slipped his hands to her body. He couldn't get enough of her. She got an "I'll fix him" look in her eye, slid the car in park, and jerked her skirt up high on her hips. He almost came out of his seat in traffic. In a flash her silky red panties were off of her body and slipped into his pocket as she breathlessly whispered, "for later." The light turned green and off they went. They were back to her office before either of them wanted, and she had to return to her duties. He kissed her forcefully, knowing he wouldn't see her again today. She returned his kiss, wishing they had more time. Then they were out of the vehicle and going their separate ways.
Later his phone buzzed with a text from her, "I'm not wearing panties." He couldn't help but smile. She made him feel eighteen again. And he liked that feeling. He liked it a lot. He was getting invested pretty heavily. This wasn't something he'd planned on though. Guess he'd have to wait and see what the future held for them.
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