I was standing under the awning outside McDonald's on this particularly gray Wednesday morning. I happen to look up as a new white Mercedes Benz pulled in the driveway. I was staring at the car because it looked so out of place in Mickey D's.
I watched as the car parked across from where I was standing. Then a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud body chilling reverberating clash of thunder. The big raindrops were already pitter pattering on the pavement of the parking-lot. As the car door opened another bolt of lightning shot across the sky, followed by yet another loud clash of thunder. Then the wind picked up as the torrential rain came down.
Then car door opened and an umbrella sprang up as a tall woman stepped out, closed the door, and dashed across the parking lot through the downpour. As she stepped up on the sidewalk beside me, she said something about being scared of thunderstorms. Not knowing what to say, I nodded in agreement with her.
I watched her close her umbrella and shake the water off it. I felt like a fool for staring at her. I wanted to say something to her but I didn't know what to say so I opened the door for her instead. She squared her shoulders and brushed pass me into the restaurant accidently rubbing her breasts across my chest giving me a cheap thrill.
As she went by me, I caught the scent of her perfume. It was such an exotic fragrance. I unconsciously closed my eyes, drew in my breath to savor her sweet sensuous feminine aroma. After she got into Mickey D's she said, "Thank you, sir, you're a real gentlemen. " She paused for a moment as she brazenly gave me a once over. Then the corners of her lips curled and she got a twinkle in her in pale blue eyes and said, "For such a big man."
Her words snapped me out of my trance and brought me back to reality. I was flattered by her comment so I replied trying to sound like a gentleman, "Oh, you're very welcome." I stood there staring at her for a moment.
She had a long face, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, thick black eyelashes, high cheek bones, dimples, a straight nose, and full plump lips. But what I really noticed about her was the way her long wavy golden blonde hair framed her face.
Then I glanced down at her bosom. It was obvious she was a big breasted woman because the buttons on the front of her raincoat looked like they were going to pop off any second. I also noticed she was staring at my chest. I watched as she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her upper lip. Then she nipped her lower lip and made eye contact with me like she was trying to read my mind.
We just stood there for moment gazing into each other's eyes, pondering our own private thoughts. I was wondering what a classy woman like her was doing in McDonalds. However I had no way of knowing what was going through her mind.
She nodded for me to go ahead of her but I wanted to get a look at her from behind, so I said, "Ladies before gentlemen," and made a hand gesture towards the counter. As she walked to the counter, I gave her a long lingering once over from the rear. She was wearing shiny black high heels, black nylons and a tan belted raincoat that hugged her waist and clung to the curves of her hips and ass.
As I followed her, the mere sight of her was making my heart beat so fast and hard. I could feel it pounding in my chest and heard it beating in my ears. I stood behind her as she ordered, trying hard not to stare at her. After she placed her order, I stepped up beside her.
As I told the kid what I wanted, the woman placed her hand over mine and asked, "Can I join you for breakfast? You seem like the kind of person I can talk to and trust." Her hand was cold but her touch felt like electricity sending shivers of excitement up and down my spine. "Of course you can join me. I'd love to have your company." Then I glanced down at her hand. When I saw the wedding ring on her finger my heart sank.
When it comes to women, I'm an opportunist and I usually take whatever comes my way. However, I try not to get involved with married women. "Is there something wrong?" The woman asked, I replied trying not to show my disappointment, "Oh, you're married. I should have known a beautiful woman like you would be taken."
Her face flushed, the corners of her lips curled and she got a twinkle in her eyes as she said in a stutter, "Do you really think I'm - I'm beautiful?" Before I answered her, she said, "OH, how, I wish I wasn't married now because you're the kind of big man I've always dreamed about and wanted." Then she rubbed her hand over my forearm up to my bicep and squeezed it.
As she did that, I got more chills racing up and down my spine that ended in my manhood. I felt my face flush as I said, "Oh, yeah, I think you're very, very pretty." While I was saying that, the kid behind the counter brought our orders.
After we get into a booth, I told her my name is Danny and she told me her name is Jennifer. She asked if I was married. I told her no. She didn't ask why. All she said was, "Oh really, I'm surprised that a man like you isn't married." While we ate Jennifer kept staring at my arms, chest and shoulders.
I have to admit I was admiring the swell of her breasts as well. After some idle chit chat, I asked her what she wanted to talk about. She glanced around the room. Then she took my hands in hers as she said in a strained voice, "I want to talk to you about something important." "Okay," I replied, "What is it? " Jennifer said with a tremble in her voice, "Not here, it's ... its personal, it's about my husband."
Ta-da, that's when it hit me. Her hubby is cheating on her and she wants a revenge fuck. Well, at least that's what I hoped she wanted.
Jennifer continued, "I don't want anyone to know about this." She paused for a moment as she glanced around the room again. Then she asked, "Do you know somewhere, we can talk in private? But promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm going to tell you." I leaned across the table and whispered, "We can go the Day's Inn across the street and get a room."
Jennifer was so shocked by my suggestion. She opened her eyes so wide, her foreheand wrinkled and her mouth fell open and gasped, "OH, no sir, that's not what I meant." Jennifer was staring into my eyes in disbelief as she stuttered in a rush, "I only want to talk. Besides that I'm ... a, a married woman. What ... what if my husband, found out? You won't tell him, will you? We're ... we're just going to talk. Promise me you won't tell anybody."
I put my hands over hers and squeezed them as I said trying to reassure her, "Relax Jennifer, you can trust me." I paused for a moment to let my words sink in. Then I said, "I promise you, I won't tell anyone about this and we won't do anything you don't want to do."
She was still wide eyed as she said, "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before." She was staring at me like she was trying to make up her mind. Then she muttered, "Okay, I'll go with you as long as you promise not to tell anyone."
