As I turned into the dark parking lot of the department store, I could see her car on the far side of the lot, conveniently hidden in the shadows, blocked from the view of the road by a row of overgrown bushes. It was 2:30 in the morning, and there were no other cars in the dimly lit parking lot. I drove across the lot and pulled my car in next to hers. As I turned my engine off, I fully realized how secluded this particular spot was. As I opened my door and stepped out of my car, Deborah had already walked around to meet me between the two vehicles.
Deborah is a sultry redhead with a romantic and fiery personality. Her hair is cut short, not quite to her shoulders, and she usually flips it out, making her look many years younger than she really is. Debbie is in her forties, but she doesn't look a day over 30.
In fact, there have been times I have looked into her face, and could have sworn she wasn't a day older than 21. Her body is absolutely gorgeous. She is 5'4", with a slender build. She has large, natural breasts, a small waist, athletic legs and arms, and to top it off, she is absolutely one of the sexiest dressers you'll ever see. Everything she wears looks good.
But for all of the things about her that will grab your attention, it's her eyes that seal the deal. Big, beautiful blue eyes. When I say blue, I mean the kind of blue you see on a crisp, clear, cloudless summer day. Whoever first said that the eyes "are the window to the soul" was undoubtedly gazing into a pair of eyes like Deborah's. I know that I have never looked into a pair of more beautiful eyes. And tonight, after five long hours of her shooting her "bedroom" eyes at me from across the club, I was glad to finally be standing in front of her, where we could finally have our first embrace of the evening.
Our embrace was very passionate, and we held each other tightly in our arms for several long seconds. Deborah is about a foot shorter than me, and her head was rested perfectly against my chest as we stood there hugging in the shadows. We had both spent the last five hours staring at each other in the club. My band was playing the local dive, and she was there to watch us play. On this night, we were both there with someone else, but as it always is, we only had eyes for each other. Secret lovers with immeasurable passion. Our relationship is very complicated, but suffice to say that the ramifications of anyone knowing that we were romantically involved would be fairly catastrophic.
Having said that, our situation isn't anything new, and we both know how to handle it so that we don't draw any attention to ourselves. Our rouse is quite simple, and like every other time we are together in public, we basically just pretend to be slightest of acquaintances. The pressure of keeping our secret is hard on both of us, and can be very draining to maintain, but there is at least one very good side effect that comes out of it… The sexual tension between us is as powerful as anything two people can feel. Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us.
Our love story is a love story for the ages. All the feelings are there… A strong physical attraction. Lust. Playful flirtation. Love and desire. Passion, respect, and heartfelt admiration. We have made love. We have fucked. But we are more than just lovers. We are more than just friends. We are hiding in a secret world were our passion is fueled by the forced repression of our true feelings for each other. The last time we had made love was nearly nearly a week earlier, and tonight, being that close to one another, and not being able to express our passion, had created an unbelievable amount of sexual tension.
As our bodies came together, I could feel the energy as we literally climbed into each other's arms. Deborah grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me. A very passion filled kiss. Our lips pressed tightly as our tongues flicked together. Our hands pulled us closer together as our arms wrapped tightly around each other's bodies.
Sadly, the clock was against us this night. I knew that Deborah only had about fifteen minutes before she would have to leave to get home. I knew I wouldn't have time to do anything with her beyond a quick make-out. I mean, I would have gladly fucked her there between the cars, but 15 minutes would have left both of us very unsatisfied. I was resigned to stealing a few kisses from her, but I wanted so much more. I was desperately fighting the powerful instinct to take Deborah there in the shadows.
