I am a housewife in my 30s working part-time at a supermarket.
The other day, I found myself in a precarious situation with a sales representative from a food manufacturing company, Mr. John.
For some time, whenever Mr. John came to the store, he would say things like,
"Emily, you look beautiful. Let's have dinner sometime,"
or
"Where do you live? I'll give you a ride home," always inviting me.
And then, that day came.
It was a day with strong wind and rain, terrible weather that could blow away an umbrella.
As usual, I finished my part-time job and was heading to the bus stop to go home when I heard a car horn honking. I turned around to see Mr. John opening his car window.
"It's such bad weather, let me give you a ride," he said.
I thought it would be fine since he was just giving me a ride,
"Thank you. I'll take you up on your offer,"
and I got into Mr. John's car.
Looking back now, this was the beginning of it all.
"Where do you live?"
"Please head towards the West End,"
"Got it," he said and started driving.
"Actually, it's faster if you go straight here,"
"I just have one quick errand in this direction,"
he said as the car turned into a small alley.
I had a bad feeling and asked,
"Can we really get through here?"
"It's a shortcut," he said, driving deeper and deeper until we reached a dead end.
"Oh, maybe it wasn't here,"
he said, and suddenly kissed me.
"What are you doing? Stop it!"
I slapped him on the cheek and tried to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm,
"Just once, please,"
he said, hugging me.
I pushed him away,
"Absolutely not. I'll report you to your company,"
I said and got out of the car, walking in the rain.
He hurriedly got out and came around to face me, looking like he was about to cry,
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I lost control,"
he apologized repeatedly, and I felt a bit sorry for him.
"Let's go back to the car," I said, taking his hand and returning to the car.
"I'm sorry. Please forget about today,"
"Why did you do this?"
"Actually, things aren't going well with my wife, and seeing you, Emily, I couldn't help myself..."
"You would have done this with anyone, right?"
"No, it's not like that. I've liked you since the first time I saw you,"
"Really? I'm just an old woman,"
It had been a long time since someone said they liked me, and I didn't feel entirely bad about it.
"Emily, you're wonderful. You're not an old woman. You're very attractive. I'm not lying,"
"Thank you. But both you and I have families,"
"I know, but I can't suppress these feelings. Besides, things are already over with my wife..."
he started to explain.
I've been married for 10 years, and our married life had become dull, so I understood what he was saying.
"You should have said that from the beginning,"
"I'm sorry,"
But doing it this way would obviously make me dislike you.
But I understand your feelings now.
"A kiss is okay,"
"Is it really okay... even after what I did..."
"It's fine... I'll pretend this never happened just this once,"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his.
He intertwined his tongue with mine, and I responded in kind.
He's a good kisser...
While kissing, he gently started to massage my chest over my wet blouse.
"Mmm, mmm,"
He unbuttoned my blouse one by one and lifted my bra, starting to suck on my breasts.
"Ah,"
He licked my nipples with varying pressure.
"Ah, ah, that feels good..."
After playing with my breasts for a while, his hand moved down to my lower body.
"Emily, you're wet,"
"Ah, ah,"
I hadn't had sex with my husband for months,
so my private parts were already overflowing with wetness.
He quickly pulled down my stockings and panties to my ankles,
"You're beautiful," he said, kissing me and stimulating my clitoris.
"Ah, it feels so good,"
"You're so wet,"
There were squelching sounds!
"Ah, ah, it's amazing,"
I can't hold back anymore...
He took my hand and guided it to his member,
"Do it for me,"
I unzipped his pants and rubbed his member over his underwear.
"Ha, ha, ha," his breathing became heavy.
"Touch it directly,"
I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his underwear a bit.
"It's hard,"
Having only seen my husband's for years, I was a bit shocked by how hard it was.
I started to suck on his member,
"It feels so good,"
"You're licking it so well,"
Ahh~
"I can't hold it, I'm going to come,"
I let go of it from my mouth, "No!! Don't come yet," I said, but at that moment!!
His white liquid shot towards my face.
"Ah!"
He came.
He hurriedly wiped my face with a tissue, "Sorry, it felt too good,"
His actions were so comical that I laughed,
"It's okay, I'll clean it up,"
and I took his now limp member into my mouth again.
"Oh, Emily, this is amazing,"
Even though he had just come, his member started to get hard again.
My private parts were already soaking wet, and I couldn't wait for him to enter me.
"It's hard again,"
"Yeah,"
"Then put it in,"
He moved to the passenger seat and covered me.
He found my private parts with his hand, "I'm putting it in,"
His member entered me.
Ah, it feels so big
More, more, thrust harder
He quickened his pace.
It hits the spot
Ha, ha, ha
Ah, ah, ah, deeper
More, more
It's hitting the spot
I'm going to come, I'm coming
Emily, I'm going to come too
I'm coming, I'm going to come
I'll come inside
No, don't come inside
I'm coming
I'm coming
He quickly pulled out of my private parts and ejaculated forcefully.
His hot liquid splashed onto my chest.
After that, he drove me close to my house,
"Forget about today,"
he said and left, but I'm not sure if I can refuse if he invites me again.
