I looked out the window at a flash of lightning and dropped my head. More bad luck. I’d have to wait for hubby in the rain. I got my phone from my locker and called Max. No answer. He had probably left his phone at home while they went out for a run anyway, which made my plan seem very poorly thought-out.
“Hey Cindy.” Bradley’s voice met my ears. I’d been hungry for that voice for three weeks so I was on high alert and jumped when he spoke.
“Hey.” I brushed my hair behind my ear and turned to him. He wore a gray T-shirt and black shorts. He’d cut his hair a little shorter, which made him look a few years younger; not in a good way in my opinion. He still looked good though.
“Sorry I…” He sighed. “I didn’t want to, you know… be the guy who broke up a marriage.” Bradley said honestly.
“You could have just told me.” I said. “I like you, and your physical training is great. I don’t need anything else.” I’d barely got the sentence out when he was kissing me and pressing me against the wall again.
“My apartment is around the block.” He said. “Wanna go?”
“Fuck yes!” I said. We went out the side-exit and jogged through the rain. It was raining so hard and I barely was able to get into the passenger side of his army tan truck. The chill had seeped into my skin as he turned on the ignition to the truck and the AC sent a shiver through my body. I snuggled up to Bradley as he switched on the heat. I felt his lips as we made out. No one to bother us as his strong fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. His middle finger naturally slid to the soft nub.
And then he rubbed ever so slightly, ever so gently–like nothing was there at all. I clawed at his shirt, my legs reflexively pulling closed around his hand. He didn’t move, his concentrated, perfectly groomed, clean, and soft finger staying true. A moan escaped me as I came. The rain was crashing down on the hood of his truck through the windshield ahead and I didn’t care. He withdrew his hand and I kissed him in a passionate desperation that my husband had never coaxed from me.
Five minutes later, I felt the truck swerve as Bradley turned into his apartment complex. It was a turn that was a little too tight, but I could forgive him as I lapped his enormous, pulsing cock between my lips. My nose was full of his rich brown pubic hair as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My lips dragged back as I felt him pop between my tongue and teeth. His hand rested on my neck, massaging a little. Then I felt him press. It was soft at first, and then impossible to resist. I choked, tapping on his wrist, but he was in ecstasy.
He came. I fought it for a second and then let it be. He throbbed maddeningly, gushing and geysering cum into my throat. I wanted to puke for a second, but relaxed. His load swirled around his cock and filled my mouth and tongue, dribbling down his shaft in a wet mess. I swallowed at last and felt freedom. I licked as much as I could, moving up and down his shaft before sucking each of his balls as I mashed my face into the seat of his truck.