[Success] "Anyone wanna come eat my pussy while hubby is at work?" - Part 2 (35 M4F - Detroit)

Part 1

This is part 2 of my meetup with a married woman on this sub. Part 1 had the distinction of being the #1 most controversial post of the month for a while. I'd like to thank the Academy....

No, I get it. But for those who enjoy this kind of thing, here, without further adieu, is Part 2.

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When we last left me and my married date, I had her in the palm of my hand. Literally. She'd sat on it, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. So now her pussy was filling my had. Warm, plump, naked, and so soft. It felt as good as it had looked.

Outwardly, we were both playing it cool. We were in a public place, and the police station was right next door. Public indecency is a jailable offense in Michigan, and the jail time can double if you're being fondled. Which, with my middle finger wiggling against her entrance, she definitely was.

Clearly, neither of us was feeling shy, but given the risk and the angle, there was only so much we could do. So, after a few moments, I reluctantly withdrew my hand, squeezing her ass through her tight dress as I did.

***

Time was flying by. Soon she had to go to an appointment, and I needed to get back to work. Well, this had only been a vibe check anyway.

"Look at that," she said as we stood, pointing to where she'd been sitting. There was a perfect print of her ass and pussy on the bench, drawn in sweat. It was a work of art. To echo Indiana Jones, it belonged in a museum. Unfortunately, the bench was bolted to the ground, and it probably wouldn't have fit in my car anyway.

***

Standing by the bench together, we bantered about how far we'd gone on this, our "vibe check." We'd kissed again earlier, and it had been open-mouth that time.

"Kissing a stranger with tongue?" I teased.

"You led, I followed," she protested. Fair enough.

"Squeezing a stranger's ass?" she countered. I don't remember my excuse for that.

We were looking in each other's eyes as we teased. You know that look of warmth and mischief in someone's gaze when you're flirting back and forth? We were eye-fucking, in a lighthearted way -- my favorite way to eye-fuck. It felt like I was teasing her entrance with my words, about to slowly push inside.

***

At her car, we chatted about I don't remember what. I just remember how easily the conversation flowed. I got the sense that we could talk for hours despite having just met. And all the while, she looked irresistible in that tight, stretchy striped dress of hers that hugged her curves. I wanted nothing more than to pull it over her head, bend her over the driver's seat, and pound her then and there in the parking lot. But, having a severe allergy to going to prison, I somehow controlled myself.

Finally, I told her reluctantly, "M, you have to go. You're driving me crazy."

In the driver's seat, she turned toward me and spread her legs with a little smile, flashing me again. Talk about a tease.

Then the door was closing, the engine was starting, and I found myself walking back across the hot blacktop to the cool, air-conditioned library, blue-balled and wondering, When can I see her again?

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To be continued.