She pressed her breast into his chest while she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. They were warm against his chest. They felt like pillows but no... like pillows. He smelled her hair, it smelled of fresh cut grass, like sunshine would smell if it had a scent of its own. He dreamt of taking her as she pulled his underwear over his stiff member and let them fall to his feet. She held his cock in her hand, her head resting on his chest as she looked down at the pre-cum already forming. His was. He stared at other women when he was with her. She checked through his phone and found a trove of emails to some woman he worked with. It was like a letter to an advice columnist, with generic complaints from a failed marriage. The eroticism of the afternoon began to leak away. The sun had ducked behind the clouds; a chill was in the air. She talked about her ex-husband for almost an hour; he had actually checked the time. Here he was with his literal fantasy woman, and against his better. W postistion. i made sure not to move at all after the groggy headedness wore off ( groggy headedness wth is that even a word..) i heard a soft humming beside me and i covertly opened my right eye the first thing i saw was a window with things zooming by outside of it so i guessed i was in a car but that was all i could see from that eye so i closed it and opened the left slowly when the blearyness went away i fould my self looking into emerald green eyes i jumped and tried to roll back but. The stranger's flavor was still on her tongue even as she blasted the nerve of him kissing her. He took advantage of her. Then why did her nipples tighten again remembering his elbow brushing across her chest. It was rude the way he nibbled on her ear. Yet her body still hummed from his touch. There was no way she would be there tomorrow but she tried to decide what to wear the entire drive home.Paige woke the next morning in a great mood. Most days it took her a cup of coffee and a shower.