It had been quite awhile since Joe had heard from Sandi. Months in fact. For whatever reason on a Friday morning he happened to check the trash box of his old work email.
In it he found an email from an unknown sender. As he read through the letter he saw that the number "23" happened to appear quite often. Too often to be a misprint or spam. That number had been a code for a parking spot where he and Sandi used to meet to fuck in the back seat of his car.
Farther down it talked about a place with a view. Joe only knew one place with a view which was also a place where they used to meet up. It was an overlook of a lagoon at the edge of town.
At the bottom of the letter was another bunch of letters and numbers. It read: MGF1BTPLYYG. Joe and Sandi used to text each other letters and numbers only quite often back in the day. They were so familiar with each other's thoughts and bodies they often wouldn't need to say words, after all it distracted from kissing. It also provided a level of secrecy in case it was seen by wandering eyes.
Deciphering was easy, if this was indeed from Sandi. Who else would send: My Guy Friday 1pm Be There Please Love You Your Gal. Certainly not a phisher from Nigeria!
Joe deleted the email and told his boss he needed to take off early. Just before one rolled around Joe found a spot at the edge of the lot where they used to park. He rolled the windows down just a bit, put on "their" music playlist and sat in the back of his SUV.
He was wearing his black polyester workout shorts. He loved them because they were thin, comfortable, and he could pull up either leg and expose his cock and balls without any problem.
A few minutes later the door opened and a woman with a hoodie, a hat and sunglasses on crawled in the from the other side.
Joe expected the Sandi he knew to appear in business attire. Well dressed with perfect hair, makeup, and accessories out of a fashion magazine. This was a disheveled mess in a sweatsuit and sandals.
"Wow, hi" Joe said, adding "aren't we all dressed up today." Sandi kissed him on the cheek and then on the mouth. Joe noticed she had no make up on and her hair was a matted mess. But to Joe she still looked as beautiful as ever.
She had him sit back and laid her head down on his lap facing the front seat.
"Baby," she said, "Can you do me a favor? Just sit with me for awhile."
"Of course," he replied, gripping her tiny hand in his.
"I haven't slept in three days, but it feel more like three months." Three months had been the last time the two had crossed paths.
"It's so bad at home," she continued. "Keith is drinking more than ever and makes no bones about the fact he is cheating on me because I got caught with you."
"I'm so sorry," Joe replied.
"It didn't help that I called out your name one night when he was screwing me. And I think I've been talking in my sleep. So now I stay awake at night until I know he's out like a light."
Sandi cuddled deeper into Joe's lap. Joe removed her hat and glasses and put her hoodie down. As her head shifted on his abdomen his cock grew almost instinctively.
"I have to tell you, Sandi, the last time I actually felt myself fall asleep peacefully was when we were lying on your upstairs bed. That was years ago."
"I remember," she said. "I'm pretty sure one night I must have said too much because now every time Keith wants to fuck he tries to put it in my ass. He keeps asking if you did but I won't ever answer him about that or anything else that we did."
Joe knew that and appreciated it. He had been the same with Janice.
"Last week I'm positive he put something in my drink. He had a co-worker come over for a drink. I had returned from afternoon tea with my girlfriend and was wearing an orange sundress."
Joe recalled that exact dress. He remembered that it crossed in the front. She had worn it to an afternoon party and as they crossed by each other in her hallway he had snuck a hand in and circled one of her beautiful nipples. Later she had flashed her pussy at him while he was talking to her husband who had his back to her.
Sandi continued, "I hadn't been drinking at all. I had just a few sips of one glass of wine. The room was suddenly spinning which never happens. If I think back from the moment the guy walked in our house he had been staring at my tits. He was good looking enough but just as phony as my husband when it comes to hiding his intentions. And Keith doesn't have any real friends so he must have promised this guy a creep show.
A minute later my legs were woozy. Keith asked him to help him move me to the couch. You and I both know Keith is big enough to carry me alone but I think he wanted this guy to get a cheap feel on his wife.
And that's exactly what happened. The guy said 'maybe we should help her upstairs and Keith agreed. I felt him grab me under my arms while Keith held my feet. His arms crossed my chest and I felt his right hand on my left tit and his left one on my right.
As we went up the stairs I felt his hand 'accidentally' slip into my dress. I recall looking down and my left tit was exposed. I looked up at him. 'Sorry,' he says.
He and Keith sat me on the bed near the headboard. As Keith slid me down to take off my sandals my dress slid up to my waist. Some guy I had never met now had a perfect view of my white silk underwear and my pussy below it.
The guy then offered to put a pillow under my head. I could see he had a hard on through his shorts. As he propped a pillow under my head his arms ran against my exposed tit and I could feel his hard on against my bicep. He turned as he did it so his cock ran back and forth against my arm."
Joe felt himself getting harder against Sandi's cheek.
"Keith said they should keep an eye on me and told his buddy that he'd go down and bring up their drinks. I could make out the figure in front of me, though he was a little fuzzy. I wasn't sure if it was Keith or not to be honest. He was literally standing between my spread legs.
