The front door latch clicked shut and Gina leaned against the door listening to the receding footsteps of her afternoon delight. A tall man strode away carrying her scent on every part of his body.
She could still smell his masculine odour on her clothes and skin.
Her emotions were mixed. Mostly, she was relieved of the fear of getting caught having sex in the house while her partner was at work.
Not that this assignation was particularly planned. After their risky episode in the woods, Gina wondered if she would ever see Terry again.
He had phoned out of the blue and suggested lunch at the same pub.
The UnChained Bull?
The conversation flowed and in their secluded booth table they became increasingly amicable.
Gina could feel the firmness of his thigh against hers. Their heads were close and there were moments when she thought they might kiss. Terry's eyes and tone of voice were seriously engaging. He waxed lyrical about their intimacy in the woods. He whispered that he masturbated often thinking about her and what they had shared..
He wondered if they could "go somewhere more private" and she had no doubt what he wanted of her. Paul, her partner was on lates. The field was clear. To Gina sex was the sweet icing on the cake of a loving companionship but sometimes sex could be a weapon with which to get even. She needed to retaliate for the multiple infidelities that Paul seemed condemned to commit in a fruitless quest to find something. She knew when she left home that she was going to be intimate with this man. It wasn't her first infidelity. There was Steve. But that was another story.
Sometimes when Paul snored beside her she quietly masturbated as she reminisced about Terry sliding his hand under her skirt in the woods and penetrating her with his finger and thumbing her clit while she lay among the leaves under a great tree trunk. She had taken his cock in her hand and massaged him. She still felt the thick heaviness of it in her hand and Terry's jerking hips as he sprayed his cum onto the leafy forest floor. There was guilt. Of course there was guilt. Fucking strangers for the pure physical joy of it hadn't been her style but she felt good that she had retaliated at Paul's compulsive faithlessness. Gina was not a natural deceiver but she owed it to herself to salve her wounded ego by seeking a seduction. Paul didn't appear to care. He was always encouraging her to take a lover. Perhaps because that would give him carte blanche to seek out casual sex himself.
On the few occasions when she had allowed herself to have another man, Paul always wanted to know the details. It really roused him. No detail was too trivial.
Gina was wearing only a kimono dressing gown as she began to tidy up and wipe away any signs of the intruder who had come to the house two short hours before. She checked the sofa for tell-tale clues where he had stripped her naked and undressed himself.
In the bathroom at the back of the house Terry had washed himself in the handbasin because there was no shower. She smiled at the memory of watching his careful naked soaping. He left the door open and smiled as she watched him ostentatiously massaging his cock with soap.
He was tall and had to bend his knees slightly to get himself into the basin. She was tempted to help him with his lathering.
Gina liked being swamped by a big man. When he was on top of her he took his weight on his arms or she feared he would crush her. His broad chest pressed just enough on her breasts. Sitting on his cock was like riding a mustang. His hips thumping into her as he drove in his cock was exhilarating.
