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On Saturday afternoon, Brian received a phone call.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi, it's me, Evelyn."

"Hey," he said brightly, "How are you?"

"I'm okay," she said in a quiet voice, “I'm sorry I was so abrupt with you earlier today."

"That's okay," he said, "I'm sorry if I said something to upset you."

"No!" she said quickly, “It wasn't you. I, I mean, you said something about, uh, your story that, uh, well, it just made me think of something. It had nothing to do with you."

"Oh," he said slowly, "Well, I guess I, uh, well, I'm still sorry you were upset."

"Thanks," she said with a bit of a chuckle, “Well, you're a nice guy and, uh, I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Well," he said, struggling to find the right words, "I guess if you ever need to talk..."

"No," she interrupted, "It's just, well, I was a little upset and, uh, it's a really personal thing."

"Okay," he said, "but the offer still stands."

"Thanks," she said with a sigh.

There was a long pause where neither of them spoke, but neither of them wanted the call to end.

"I have to ask you," she said suddenly, "when you said that about Yvette's marriage, uh, you know, that she was, uh, she needed excitement, where did that come from?"

Brian paused and tried to think about what to say.

"Was it," she said quickly, "was it someone you know, or, uh, is it something you heard about, or maybe, uh. I'm having a lot of trouble here! I don't know how to ask this. Maybe it's because English is my second language."

"No, I understand," he said, “You want to know if I made this up or if it was from personal experience."

"Well," she said slowly, "sort of."

"It came into my mind," he said, “It's in books and movies all the time, and you see it a lot in that sort of thing."

"I have to ask you something else that's really difficult," she said.

Again there was a long pause.

"Did you write this with anyone in mind?" she asked, “Is it someone you know or maybe someone you met?"

Brian sighed heavily. He was afraid she would eventually recognize things about Yvette's appearance or mannerisms.

He stammered a little bit and tried to say something but nothing would come out.

"Is it about me?" she said in a weak voice.

He groaned out loud and his hand holding the phone lowered to his side for a second. He put his other hand to his forehead and pinched the top of his nose. He raised the phone to his ear again.

"Evelyn," he said.

"Really!" she said hurriedly, "is it about me?"

"Look," he said, still struggling to find the words, "I always thought you were so beautiful and, well, it was never meant to actually be you."

"So it is about me," she said, “Yvette is me."

"Only in appearance!" he said desperately, “I modeled her appearance after you. All the other stuff, that was all in my imagination!"

"So," she said slowly, "Stuart is you."

"Not really!" he replied defensively, “It was all a fantasy!"

"You fantasize about me?" she asked with a shaky voice.

He sighed again and fought to say what needed to be said. He was at a loss.

She let out a deep breath and didn't say anything.

"Look, Evelyn," he said, "I really like you and I really enjoy talking to you. But that's all! I know you're married and I know you have the right to be offended for me writing this stuff, but I truly never meant any harm by it!"

She sighed again and stammered something he couldn't understand.

"Evelyn?" he said, “Are you still there?"

"Yes," she said after a moment of agonizing silence, "I'm still here."

"I'm sorry," he said, “I never meant to upset you and I certainly don't want you to feel, well, that you would need to avoid me. I know you might be feeling, well, feeling a little creeped out, but I don't want you to hate me."

"I don't hate you," she said quietly, “My husband goes out every weekend till late at night to play golf and have drinks with his friends. Our phone calls make my weekends a little more enjoyable. I just have to figure out how to deal with, well, that you have fantasies about me."

"They are truly just my imagination," he said, “I'm a normal man. Every man thinks about the women in his life like that. If they say they don't, they're lying!"

She chuckled a little and sighed again.

"Yes," she said, "I guess that's true."

"I hope you don't think less of me," he said.

"No," she said softly, "I don't think less of you."

"Thank you," he said, "I wouldn't want this to drive a wedge between us."

"There's something else," she said warily.

"Yes?"

"Well," she said hesitantly, "that part about the marriage, where she needs excitement because, well, her husband is not, well, exciting enough?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Did you know?" she said so quickly the words tripped over each other.

"Know what?" he asked in confusion.

"About me?" she said so quietly he almost didn't hear.

"About you?" he said, “What about you?"

"About me and," she said, almost choking on a tear as she did, "well, my situation; with my marriage I mean."

Brian was at a complete loss. He stammered a couple of words but sentences were beyond his capabilities.

"I like to read those novels I told you about," she said as if stating her confession to a priest, "because they tell of, you know, the women in those stories, well, they seem to experience things that, uh, I don't."

Sudden understanding came to him and he swallowed hard. With some surprise, he realized he was feeling guilt; guilt for exposing Evelyn's secret, even if he did it inadvertently.

He stammered a few words and then tried again. Still, nothing intelligible came out.

"It's okay," she said softly, "I can see you didn't know anything about it."

"No," he finally managed to say, "It never even occurred to me."

"But it did!" she insisted, “You wrote about it in your story! So it obviously occurred to you!"

"But that was from my imagination!" he said, "I told you, Yvette looks like you, but she's not you!"

Evelyn gave a sad chuckle.

"It turns out," she said, "she is."

Brian closed his eyes and, once again, regretted ever writing this story in the first place. Although he very much enjoyed writing it, and had revelled in the fact that Evelyn enjoyed reading it, he now realized it led to this point. She was now completely downhearted because she thought he had guessed at her biggest secret. Who wants the people in their lives to know their marriages are unhappy? Or that they may have made a mistake in choosing their mates?

She must be feeling completely exposed and humiliated, he thought.

"Brian," she said in a choked voice, "I need to go now. I'm feeling kind of down and I have to go."

"I understand," he said quietly, “Call me if you, you know, if you feel like talking some more."

He heard her choke out a rueful laugh and then she said goodbye. When the line went dead, he put down his phone and stared out at the balcony for a while.

***

A few hours later, Brian received a text message, Send me your picture?

He studied it for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

I want to see your cock!

The second text popped up and his eyebrows now went up.

He looked back through some of the photos in the same text stream and felt himself getting hard.

I want to look at it while I think about sucking it.

That did it. He dropped his pants and took a quick photo of his now very erect penis. He sent it and a few minutes later received a picture in return. It was a close-up of the woman's mouth. She was holding what looked like a rubber dildo. It was a very life-like model of a real penis. The head was in her mouth and her lips were clamped down on the shaft just beneath it.

I'm looking at your cock and sucking it!

You're so sexy! he typed in reply.

Do you like seeing me sucking you?

I'm really hard thinking about you.

When you cum, you'll be cumming in my mouth!

"That will be soon," he said as he began stroking himself.

The next text told him to stop masturbating. It also gave him an address. Be there in twenty minutes, it said.

He fastened his slacks and grabbed his keys and he was out the door.

He arrived at what looked like a professional building. He got out of his car and looked up at the address to make sure he had the right place. Another text arrived as he stood outside the building.

Go to the third floor to room 304. Don't turn on the lights!

He did as instructed; thinking as he went it was like some sort of treasure hunt. When he arrived at the door he looked up and down the hall, wondering if this were a setup. With misgivings, he opened the door.

Inside it was completely dark. Only the area immediately inside the door was lit by the lights in the hall.

He went inside and a whispered voice told him to close the door. He searched the gloom looking for the source of the voice but could see nothing. He frowned but closed the door behind him.

As soon as he did, he felt a pair of hands reach around to his belly from behind. He felt a body pressing against his back and reached with his own hands to explore. They immediately fell onto a very well-formed girl's buttocks. Reaching down a little further he touched the bare skin of her thighs. Moving back up, he squeezed her bum and she sighed into his ear. He turned and found himself face to face with someone only inches away. A soft pair of lips touched his lightly.

He put his hands on her back and pulled her close. She melted into him as their kiss grew from one of discovery to a passionate embrace. Her tongue pushed past his lips and he responded.

She put one hand on the side of his neck and it traveled up to ruffle his hair. Her other hand rested on the small of his back and pulled him close.

He allowed his hands to trail down past her buttocks where he gripped the hem of her mini-skirt and pulled it up to her waist.

"I left my panties at home!" she whispered hotly against his cheek.

He growled in response and moved his hands all over her bum and between her thighs. She was soaking wet!

She took a few steps back and he felt a table behind her. She scooted up onto the table and spread her thighs. He kissed her once more and then fell to his knees. With a voracious passion, he buried his head into her pubis. She gasped and gripped his thoroughly messed up hair with both hands. He pushed his lips against her labia and plunged his tongue deep inside her. She groaned and he felt her lean back as one hand left the top of his head, presumably so she could lean back on it.

For the next few minutes, he moved his face up and back against her, licking and lapping at her with gusto. The whole time she purred and sighed as the sensations built her toward climax. He pushed his tongue against her clitoris and then nipped at it lightly with his teeth.

She cried out as her thighs clamped against his back. He felt her shudder and quiver as her orgasm rippled through her. After her grip relaxed, he stood once again.

He felt her hands fumble with his belt and zipper. She giggled softly as she fought with the fastenings and then pushed his slacks to the floor.

She kissed him hungrily as she gripped his cock with a soft hand. She stroked it deftly and laughed softly against his lips as their kiss went on.

With a gentle shove, she urged him to step back. She fell to her knees and then his cock was engulfed in the warmest mouth he could remember.

Just as he savored the feel of her over his cockhead she moved down slowly but inexorably to the root. He was now completely in her mouth and he gasped as her tongue explored the underside.

She moved back up to the head and then it popped out of her mouth.

"Will you cum in my mouth?" she said pleadingly.

The soft huskiness of her voice almost made him cum right then. She plunged his cock back into her mouth and began a slow sensual blowjob. Her lips locked onto it like a vice all while her tongue rolled around and stroked it.

He leaned back against the table and closed his eyes in bliss. This woman knew how to give a blowjob!

She put one hand on the shaft and stroked it up and down, now wet with her saliva. At the same time, she rolled the hand around in a twisting motion. The motion of her hand combined with the sucking action on his head was driving him quickly to completion.

When his cockhead began to swell in anticipation of shooting she placed both hands on his bum and drove her mouth back and forth along its whole length. He grunted and then gasped, and then it came.

His balls seemed to wrinkle into themselves as they shot their contents up his member. He felt a burning as they emptied and then the semen blasted into her mouth.

She grunted and held on as he came. Her lips locked onto him and her mouth grew warmer as his semen filled it. He felt her cheeks puffing in and out as she sucked everything out of him.

He let out a huge breath as he finished and leaned back against the table completely spent.

She was on her feet before he knew it. She scurried to the door and opened it. He caught a quick glimpse of her from behind as she was silhouetted against the lights in the hall. She was not tall; probably about five foot two. Her hair was black and cut to about shoulder length. She was wearing the turquoise, yellow and green floral print mini-skirt he had come to know so well. He couldn't see her blouse; she was wearing a white waist-length jacket up top. He wondered if she even had a blouse on underneath.

After that one quick glance, she was gone. He heard the click of her heels as she ran down the hall outside the door.

He reached for his slacks and pulled them up as he made for the door. He looked quickly in both directions up the hall, but there was no sign of her.

His phone buzzed and he was not surprised to see a new text message. The attached picture showed her mouth up close. There was a film of white fluid coating the lips. A second picture arrived showing her tongue swabbing at the white film on her lips. Now a trail of white showed down the side of her lips that led to her chin.

That was delicious! the next message read, You made me cum just like you promised! Amazing! I really enjoyed making you cum in my mouth.

I must see you again! he wrote in response.

Soon! the reply came.

He turned back into the room, this time turning the lights on. It was a plain small office with a cheap table and straight-backed chair against one wall. That was the only furniture in there, the same table on which they had given each other oral.

He sighed, though he could not determine whether it was a sigh of pleasure, resignation or frustration. He smiled and left the room and the building. When he got to his car he looked around to see if there were any cars with black-haired women sitting in them. He saw no one; just a few cars parked here and there with no sign of any people for at least a half block.

He put the car in gear and headed for home. He got no further than a couple of blocks when his phone rang.

"Hello," he said after the Bluetooth engaged.

"Brian!" The voice said happily. It boomed through his car stereo and he could tell she seemed almost to be laughing.

"Evelyn?" he asked.

"Yes, it's me!" she said, “Who did you think?"

He laughed as he heard her chuckle at her own joke.

"I know," she went on, "you weren't really expecting me to call back so soon, were you?"

"Well," he said, "no. I thought you weren't feeling very happy, so I didn't expect to hear from you till Monday."

"That's true," she said, "I wasn't feeling very good, but I've been doing some things that made me happy; very happy, in fact!"

"Really?" he said, “What kinds of things?"

"Oh," she said evasively, "nothing you need to know about. I just feel better and I wanted to talk to you."

"That's okay by me," he said.

"You know," she said, "I read the passage you sent to me earlier."

"Really?" he said, "what did you think?"

"I think Yvette is a bit of a slut sometimes!" she said with an uproarious laugh, “She took the waiter and the taxi driver! Not to mention what she did with Stuart in the backseat!"

"I think she wanted to get even," Brian said.

"Well, she really did!" she said, still laughing.

"Did you enjoy reading it?" he asked, “Did it pass muster?"

"I really did!" she said, “And I especially liked when she laid down the law at the end!"

"I thought you'd like that part," he said with a grin.

"I should go now," she said, “I'm driving home, so I should concentrate on the road."

"Oh yeah?" he said, “Where are you coming from?"

"None of your business," she said in a mock stern voice.

"Okay," he said, "I get it. But a guy has to try."

"Sure you do," she said with a chuckle, “See you later."

The line went dead just as he was pulling into his apartment parking garage.

***

Stuart went into the back office in the factory. It was an unused room with a couple of desks and chairs. The door was locked but he had a key fob that opened it. He left the lights off.

Once inside he sent a text message to Yvette telling her to meet him there. It was a few minutes before she responded to say she was coming.

When she arrived he smiled. She was dressed smartly in a black suit featuring a waist-length blazer and white blouse with a black string tie. Her black skirt was a little longer than her customary mini-skirts and fell to just above her knee.

"Don't you look professional today," he said with a smirk.

She grinned demurely and spun back and forth a couple of times on her heel.

"Budget meeting this morning," she said with an impish grin, “I don't think they knew I wasn't wearing panties the whole time."

She lifted the front of her skirt to expose her fashionably trimmed pussy. Stuart grinned as he looked at her. She turned around and leaned against one of the desks. She leaned forward over the desk and extended her bum with her legs straight.

Stuart stepped up behind her and lifted her skirt up and over her back leaving her gorgeous bum completely exposed. He reached between her thighs and moved his hand softly against her pubis. She was already damp.

She moaned and leaned forward completely, mashing her breasts against the desktop and spread her legs apart. Stuart pushed one finger inside her and she sighed in contentment. He moved the finger back and forth between her labia and then pushed it up to brush against her clitoris. She gasped when he made contact and he used two fingers to pinch it gently. She grunted in response and thrust her ass back as far as she could.

"Ooh, that feels so nice!" she groaned.

"Yes it does," he said as he mashed his palm against her mons.

She sighed again and pushed her hips downward to meet his hand. He moved it back and forth and she began moving her hips to match the rhythm. Her mouth was slightly open and her breath came in short gasps as she moved.

Stuart used his free hand to undo his pants and let them slide to the floor. He pushed his cockhead against her thigh and she cooed in response. He kept his hand moving and she kept moving against it.

She placed one of her small hands on his cock and gently tugged at it.

"Fuck me," she whispered between gasps of breath.

"Not yet," he said with a grin.

She groaned in protest but kept moving her pussy against his hand.

He placed one of his hands on her buttocks and massaged it vigorously. The other hand remained on her pubis and began rubbing faster. She grunted and cried out and pushed against his hand with more strength.

A low wail began in her throat and kept up. As she crept closer to her climax the wail increased in volume. He put one hand on her hip and pressed his cock against her vagina. He pushed inside her in one quick thrust while clamping one of his hands over her mouth. She screamed against his palm and he pushed in and out of her furiously.

He felt her stiffen and he kept pounding into her from behind. Her pussy tightened like a vice around his cock and then his balls emptied their contents into her.

They were both gasping for breath now and he slammed hard against her bum. He held on and raised his head to the ceiling and closed his eyes. He felt himself shudder inside her and her vagina spasmed on his cock.

When he finished spurting he fell forward across her back. The wool of her jacket scratched at his pubic hair and he could do nothing but gasp for breath.

She began to giggle softly as his member became flaccid and popped out of her. He sighed and pulled back.

She turned over, her back against the desk and her legs splayed out wide on either side of his. He leaned in and they kissed feverishly.

Sweat was pouring from both their foreheads and they finally stood up. She absently smoothed her suit down against her body and he reached down to pick up his slacks from around his ankles.

"Now that was a lot more fun than a budget meeting!" she said with a giggle.

Stuart groaned in response and leaned in for another kiss.

***

An email arrived from Evelyn.

How do you do that? It's so romantic but still so naughty!

-Evelyn

He grinned with pride and wondered idly why he could never have this kind of success with women while actually talking to them. He chuckled and tried to think of something to say, to reply. He decided he wouldn't bother.

***

In the evening he was watching TV when his phone rang.

"Hello," he said with one eye still on the TV.

"Hi, Brian, it's Evelyn,"

He turned off the TV and stood up with the phone to his ear.

"Evelyn!" he said cheerily, "what's going on?"

"Nothing much," she answered with a chuckle, "I just thought I would tell you how much I enjoyed the latest chapter."

"It wasn't too much?" he asked.

"Oh no!" she said, “What do you mean too much?"

"Well," he said with a shrug, "I thought I might have stepped over the line with too much sex."

She giggled and he could envision her blushing and holding her hand to her mouth.

"Now that I know who my readers are," he said, "I sometimes think I have to be careful what I write."

She giggled once again and said, "Don't be silly! You were a perfectly good writer before I started reading your material."

He paused a moment before saying anything.

"I'm just telling you," he said with a grimace, "I worry that the things I write might offend you!"

"Nonsense!" Evelyn said with a laugh, “I love reading it. In fact, I especially liked the new chapter."

"Really? Why is that?" he asked.

"Because of the way Yvette walked into the room dressed for a budget meeting," she said, “I could never do the things she does, but it doesn't mean women don't think about things like that."

"You do?" he asked with a grin.

She took a deep breath and giggled again.

"Brian, I told you it's weird for me to know you fantasize about me," she said softly.

"I know," he replied with a blush of his own, "I was just teasing you."

She exhaled a long breath and paused.

"I know," she said finally, “I really did like the new chapter though. With her dressed for an important meeting and then to find out she's not wearing, you know?"

"Yeah," he said with a laugh, "that kind of thing makes me hot too."

"Oh!" she exclaimed in protest, “Who said I was hot?"

"Not me," he said innocently.

"Fine," she said mock sternly, "just so long as you remember. I'm a married woman!"

"Never forget it," he said with a hint of disappointment.

***

When she hung up the phone, Evelyn let out a long breath. She sat back in the easy chair and stared at the ceiling for a while. She absently twirled the hair falling to the left side of her face and sighed.

She was dressed only in a man's white button-down shirt. It was overly large on her and hung on her almost like a dress. The bottom hem came down to just below her buttocks and with all the buttons open, it exposed her naked body marvellously.

She pursed her lips and looked to the coffee table beside her where she placed the large dildo she bought last week. She had retrieved it from her hidden spot a short time ago and decided to call Brian before she got started on that.

She reached for the dildo and playfully ran it across her bare pussy lips while she conjured an image of her husband in her mind. She moved it back and forth along the outside of her labia while thinking about him. As she increased the pace of her rhythm she began to get more wet.

With her free hand, she started to tickle her clitoris. She bit her lip and leaned her head back as she went on. She pictured the scene in Brian's story, in the back office with the lights low. He imagined Stuart placing his cock against Yvette's outer lips and pushing into her from behind.

She sighed softly as the image became more clear to her. The storyline she read today was slightly different, but she focused on Yvette getting fucked from behind.

As she became more engrossed in the scene, she began pushing the dildo inside her deeply. She lay back on the chair with her head thrown back and one leg drawn up to her buttocks, the other raised up on to the arm of the chair; her glistening pussy was completely on display if anyone walked in on her.

When her orgasm was close to hitting her,, she tried to bring an image of her husband into her mind. She imagined herself bending over at the waist with her skirt thrown up over back. She envisioned it was her getting fucked from behind.

When her climax took her, the last image in her head was that of Brian with his pants around his ankles as he gripped her hips, driving himself in and out of her in a frenzy. There was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was grunting with every thrust. She looked back over her shoulder right into his eyes as she came, her vagina clamping down on the shaft of his penis as she shuddered through it. The ripples from her spasms, in turn, pushed him over the edge and then he spurted his hot semen deep inside her. She continued to stare him in the eye intently as the sperm oozed out of her around his softening shaft and dribbled down her thighs.

Her eyes flew open and she cried out in ecstasy. Her hand was pushing the dildo inside her to the hilt. Her fingers gripped the toy firmly as it twitched from her internal tremors. She let out a deep breath, crying out as she did.

She released her grip on the dildo but left it inside her. She continued to shudder through her climax and she pushed her bottom and lower back into the well-padded chair as she came down from the thrill.

When she stopped gasping for breath and her legs stopped quivering, she closed her eyes and shook her head with sadness.

***

Brian received a picture in a text message on Sunday. It showed his mystery woman wearing a long flowing peasant skirt that covered her from shoulder to knee. It was steel blue and looked to be made of raw silk. The buttons that led from the neck all the way to the bottom hem were undone exposing the swell of her breasts while hiding the nipples. It was abundantly clear she was not wearing a bra. It was also clear she was not wearing panties; her pubis was completely exposed and the hair was neatly trimmed and jet black.

The picture showed her from head to toe but she was wearing a scarf, the same whit knit scarf from previous photos. It was wrapped around her head and face like a hijab. Only her dark almond-shaped eyes were visible.

The next message said, Same address in 20 minutes.

He smiled and grabbed his keys as he headed out the door.

When he got to the small office where they had met the last time, he opened the door cautiously. This time the lights were on. She stood by the old desk looking at him between the folds of her headscarf. The dress was buttoned only as high as her belly. It opened alluringly to reveal a portion of her marvellous breasts. The nipples, although hidden, could easily be seen to be rock hard as they pushed against the material of her dress.

She pushed her buttocks against the desk and then raised herself onto it. Her legs spread as she perched on the edge and she slowly lifted the dress to reveal her pussy.

Brian moved forward and fell to his knees in front of her. He pushed his face into her pubis and studied it up close. The hair was combed downward neatly and covered her labia from the bottom and rose to about an inch or so above her pussy.

He noticed for the first time how small her slit was. It tucked down between her thighs slightly and was only a little over two inches long. Her inner lips did not extend beyond her outer lips at all. The overall impression was one of a slice cut into an alabaster mannequin with a sharp knife.

He gripped her thighs and pushed his tongue against her opening. For all that the slit looked tiny, the lips folded back easily as he pushed inside. She sighed as he penetrated her and he savored her scent and her flavor. He slid his tongue upward from the base of her lips and lapped all the way up to the top. He encountered her nub there and nipped it lightly. She giggled and jerked in response.

Her pussy was completely soaked.

He stood and undid his pants. They fell to his ankles and he shuffled forward until his erect cock was at her opening. He pushed it inside slowly and she moaned. She gripped his back and pulled him close. Their lips met and he realized suddenly that her scarf had fallen to reveal her face.

He looked at Evelyn with her eyes closed in the heat of passion. She moved against him like a woman starved for love. She gasped and sighed as he slid in and out. She lowered her hands and clasped his buttocks hard. She pulled him against her and her thighs wrapped around him. She lay back on the table and spread her legs wide to allow him access.

He grabbed her legs and raised them to his chest. With one calf against each of his shoulders, he slammed into her with everything he had.

She grunted with every thrust and he kept on going. He pushed her legs together to move her thighs closer to each other. The extra friction made him groan. He shoved into her again and again. Her arms flailed and her hands clung to her hair. Then she grasped her breasts and squeezed them cruelly. She left red finger marks on them that stretched from her nipple to the outer swell of their curves.

He pushed into her hard and then went still. She cried out as his cock twitched. He held himself inside as the semen boiled out of his testicles and up his shaft. Even he could feel the heat as the sperm filled her cavity.

She was gasping and heaving for breath. Her legs were quivering as he lowered them to the level of his thighs.

He reached forward and pushed her scarf up, which had fallen away from her face completely, to cover her eyes and forehead. He kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips and swirling and twirling it around hers.

She whimpered while they kissed and put her hands gently against the back of his head. He pulled back and sighed as he looked down at her.

"I don't know who you are," he said between heavy breaths, "but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! You're so sexy, I can't wait to do this again."

She looked at him through the fabric of her scarf and smiled. With an effort, she held the scarf up against her face and sat up.

"You're my sexy man!" she whispered, “No one knows I do this with you. You make me feel amazing when you take me!"

"I feel amazing too!" he said and kissed her through the scarf, “So long as we can do this, I don't care how long you hide."

She smiled again and placed her hands on her breasts. The marks she left with her hands were still there. She pinched her nipples softly as she looked at him with undisguised lust.

He bent forward and kissed one and then the other nipple gently.

He bent down to retrieve his pants and snapped them shut. She grinned as she watched him

"One day," she said wistfully, "I won't have to hide."

"That would be nice," he said with feeling.

He kissed her one last time and left the room to go home.