The Story, Part 2, August 2006

Story, Part 2

Here I go again, slipping into my little black skirt, getting all pretty for him. I told myself I wouldn't do it again, but I'm irresistably drawn. So here I go again. I hop in my car and feel the wind again. When I get there it's already dark, everything is quiet. I walk up and slip in the door. And without a word we just grab each other and kiss like it's been the long week that it has been. And with all the pent up frustration and sexual energy we just tear each others clothes off and fall to the floor. Kissing and touching and pulling and pushing, lips and tongues and hands. Rolling around like it's our last night on earth, like we can't get enough. And then we both just lay there, satisfied and content for the moment. And after a while, I stand up, slip my skirt back on, and then dressed and ready to go, I kiss him softly, one more time. And then I walk away.......