I had slipped his room number into my purse, just in case.Since I had a couple of hours to kill, I quickly kissed my husband with an intensified passi...n. My thoughts kept drifting to Robert's face, and wonderment at how his lips would feel on my own. I needed to relieve the sexual tension, and pictured Robert caressing my body as my husband's hands moved over my soft silk blouse. He cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them just before unbuttoning my blouse.My nipples waited as he slipped. Ana knew he was going to be late, Jimmy had called. He drove to the mall and around for the bookstore. He spotted it – a busy late night bookstore café across the street – and headed over. He drove around, looking for both a parking space and a flashy yellow car. Sure enough, there it was. He was certain that was hers – there wouldn’t be two of those in the same neighborhood. Miles considered that he was being petty. If she wanted to stand him up, that was her business. But, if that was the. His hand guided her leg to curl around his waist in a mockery of passion. His rough hand trailed over her smooth, soft skin. “That’s it Hanna, surrender. I am going to allow you to speak so I can drink all your sweet little cries. At first they will be in denial, but soon I will make you moan in pleasure with my hands and mouth and cock.” “No…please…” “Begging already? I thought you had more spirit. Close your eyes Hanna if it helps you, but I intend to have you.” he whispered in her ear. . I purposely wore a skirt that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend's house, I was much more confident and incredibly turned on by the fact that my skirt kept riding up to expose my butt cheeks when I bent and that anyone across from me had a perfect view of my white underwear that stood out under my blue skirt. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him touch and caress my white, creamy legs and my soft, bare back. My husband wasn't too.