"Why don't we have a drink here? Then we don't have to worry about time. My car's right outside. I can drive straight home afterwards."
They sat in a dark booth in the bar and talked. The conversation was thick with courting ritual, pregnant with suppressed passion. The more they talked to each other, the more wine they drank, the more electric became the attraction between them.
"You're a beautiful woman, Heather." His hand naked under the table and stoked her thigh through her dress. "The most beautiful I've ever seen. I've always had a weakness for redheads."
"Have you?"
She felt stupid, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. She was loot in his deep blue eyes, in the softness of his touch as his hand caressed her thighs. She was vaguely aware that he was working her dress gradually up over her leg. When his fingers finally brushed her bare flesh, she moaned.
She closed her eyes for a moment. The intensity of her own desire overwhelmed her. That gentle touch on her leg made her whole being pulse with need. Already she could feel her pussy-lips flaring open, becoming wet with passion, with hunger for cock.
"You're a very nice person, Brad," she said, her fun red lips tilted up towards him, begging to be kissed whether Heather knew it or not.
Brad obliged her hunger by closing his mouth eagerly over hers, by shooting his tongue deep inside. At the same time, his finger grazed over her pussy-mound through the thin film of her panties. He could feel his cock vowing large, engorged with blood, as her tongue dueled with his own, urging him on.
She was begging for it.
And Brad wasn't one to disappoint a lady.
"Let's go outside, Heather. We can talk better there. It's getting stuffy in here anyway."
Wordlessly, she took his hand and followed him out of the bar. Somewhere in the back of her mind? Heather knew she was playing with fire. Knew she was well on the way to becoming what she had called Jake a couple of weeks ago – "an adulterer".
But the word didn't mean anything to her any more.
Her sole priority at the moment was the aching need down in her hungry little cunt. She didn't know how it could happen. She had to be getting home.
But she wanted it to happen. She wanted to feel this blond man's cock in her pussy!
They headed for the back part of the parking lot, where Heather had parked her car when she arrived at work, before the lunch-hour. Now the lot was full of cars. It was dark where Heather's car was. It took her a while to find it.
"Mmmmm, nice and dark back here."