Strolling lazily through the park on a cool August day was not really what I had expected, however, given the events of that afternoon I wouldn't trade it for anything. You see, what I thought I was getting into was a quick down and dirty affair in some anonymous hotel.
Things started innocently enough. She sent a feedback email after reading a story I had written and submitted to Literotica. I responded. She asked questions; I asked questions, we both made numerous innuendos that over the course of multiple emails became more intense. Finally I just asked her to meet me at a hotel near where she lived since I was traveling on business in that general direction. Well, three hundred extra miles. The problem was, once actually face to face we both got cold feet. She had never outright planned to cheat on her husband before and I had never felt so guilty about anything like I did about the bullshit story I gave to my wife for cover-up. It was supposed to be; meet at the hotel, fuck our brains out, depart happy and if the opportunity presented itself again arrange another meeting.
Some forced conversation later we both decided it good to just take a walk at the park nearby, talk about something else, and then depart unscathed, faithful to our spouses, and still email friends.
It was an unusually cool day for August even in the Northeast. Still, we both had come dressed to impress. I in slacks and sports jacket, no tie, and an overcoat. She wore a maroon cotton shift, modest heels, and also an overcoat to ward of the chill. After some time walking I began to steal sideways glances at her. Her high cheekbones hinted of the Cherokee heritage she mentioned in emails, the dark curly hair and the bronze skin tone must have been from both the Cajun and the African-American heritage. The red of her hair was another story. She had said there was Irish in her and that must have been how it manifested in her. Either way, she had a unique beauty. Apparently she was taken by my appearance as well because we kept bumping eyes as we stole peeks at each other only to sheepishly turn our focus back to the front. I believe myself to be of average looks. Maybe what sets me slightly apart from average would be a white male with shaved head, the high cheekbones from my own Native American heritage, and the two-tone eye color, having brown and then green coloring from pupil to cornea. I digress.
A slight breeze gusted from time to time occasionally blowing our jackets open. It was on one particular glance with her jacket blown back away from her shoulders, her arms swinging at her sides as we walked, that I saw the chill had caused her nipples to harden! I didn't know if she had come prepared or if she always went braless but it was obvious she wore nothing beneath the shift! Desire struck me and I caught her hand in mine. Our eyes met but I could read nothing specific in them, yet, she neither flinched when I took her hand nor attempted to pull away. We continued on walking a little closer and hand in hand.
