Rendezvous Love

When his car pulled into the lot, she felt her stomach jump. Every time Jules saw Adam, the effect he had on her body was instant. When he parked next to her, she turned her car off and quickly got into his. Their eyes met, she turned on her brightest smile and leaned into kiss him. They didn’t have much time, but then again, it felt like they never did.

Adam grabbed her face and brought her as close as he could without pulling her onto his lap. In between kissing, he whispered that he sorry he was late, but he had trouble getting out of something. Jules simply nodded in understanding. Truthfully, all that mattered was that he was there now, with his hands all over her.

When he began to put his hand up her dress, she didn’t even need to wonder if she was ready for him. Adam could make Jules wet by reciting the Declaration of Independence. Christ, she got wet when she saw a car that looked like his driving down the street. Sure enough, when his fingers grazed her pussy over her hot pink thong (his favorite) he moaned and said “You get soo wet.”

She whispered back, “Only for you.” And it was that way only for Adam. Jules had never been that wet for anyone before, especially not her uptight husband, Tom. Ah yes, her husband. If marriage was simply classified by a ring and piece of paper, they certainly fit the mold. Anything beyond that was a joke. Which is why at times like these, in Adam’s arms, she could let go of it all and forget everything she wasn’t getting home.

Jules unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a bit. She bent forward and took his cock in her mouth as he slid his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He certainly didn’t have the biggest cock she had ever come across, but damn if he knew what do with it once he was inside of her. He moaned while she licked the tip of his head and he tapped her thigh, meaning he wanted her to climb over the stick shift and onto him. She thought, “Thankfully I’m tiny,” because otherwise this would not be feasible in his small sports car.

His cock slid right into her and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She loved Adam more than anyone she had ever met, but somehow they never “made love”; they fucked. And at that moment Jules looked at him and said, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Adam.” In reply, he smacked her ass and did as best he could in the cramped car.

Ten minutes later, she laid collapsed on top of him. Within that span she had come three times, and now she couldn’t even imagine climbing over into the passenger seat, collecting herself, and going home. Adam told her he loved her and that they would talk soon. And even though she knew that since they were both married, it would be difficult, she smiled just as brightly as she had when she greeted him. Because at the end of the day, even if she only had Adam for fifteen minutes, she was grateful.