I stood in the darkness under the trees, my back against the still-warm stone wall. The dead-end street was gloomy at the best of times. The single street light was too far away to penetrate the canopy of willow trees. Just as well.

He'd phoned and told me what time to meet him. I'd insisted I couldn't, but we both knew I'd be here, and so would he. Just then the street lit up as a late model car cruised toward me with a familiarity that had to be him.

He turned off the headlights before he got to me, carefully parked and got out of the vehicle. I was dribbling before he got near me. I loved the way he walked, and the deep sound of his voice. I loved the way he held me, the confident way he handled my body with his.

He didn't say anything, just looked around to make sure no one else was in sight, walked in under the cover of the trees, and put hands either side of my stomach. He pulled me towards him, pressed my thin dress against his suit, and touched my mouth with his firm lips.

He was a little taller than me, firm and solid, but not fat. His dark hair was trimmed short and neat, his eyes sparkled with whatever light was available. I pulled him more tightly to me, and allowed our tongues to get reacquainted. That was another thing I loved. The smell of him. In the evening like this you could tell he'd been working all day.

While our mouths touched and pressed against each other his hands slid down my sides, down over my hips and past the hem of the dress to rest against my legs. He slid them up again slowly, lifting the dress as he went, fingertips rubbing against my skin, and up over the waistband of my panties.

He paused then for a moment, as if he couldn't decide what he wanted most, and then he hooked his thumb into one side of my panties. I expected him to hook both sides and pull them down, but first he wanted to check. His right forefinger touched me in front, and walked down the front of the black satin, the panties he'd bought me, and insisted I wear. Then he cupped me in his hand, and I jumped. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to see how wet I was.

I can't have disappointed him, because he squeezed me quickly, making me jump again, and then returned his hand to my side and pulled my panties down far enough that they slid the rest of the way.

My hands were on his shoulders now, knowing that I'd need something to hold on to. His large fingers slid up and over my ass, and he grabbed me as only he could, and lifted me, bringing my face to the level of his. I could feel his hardness now, his cock trapped in expensive suit trousers. I knew there were better places for it.

He knew from experience that he couldn't hold me like this forever, as much as I liked it. I knew what he was going to do, as well. He pressed me up against the stone wall. My back hurt as it scraped against the stone, only the thin red dress to protect me, but I didn't care. I wanted him to press me harder, press me into the stone, if only it meant he would stop playing around. I was desperate.

With his body pressed tightly against me he managed to free one of his hands long enough to unbutton the front of his trousers, pull the front of his briefs down and release his cock.

His hands returned to my ass then, and he lifted me, kissed me delicately on the lips, squeezed his fingers on my butt cheeks, and lowered my sopping desperate cunt over his cock.

I'd lifted my legs and wrapped them as best I could around his waist, but despite my knees being well parted, I could feel the large tip of his cock squeeze past my labia and slide slowly up inside me. Sometimes this was enough, and it only took the anticipation and the feel of his entry to make me come. As nice as that was, this was better. I was ready and willing, but I wanted to come when he did, and that wasn't likely if I sneaked one in first, I knew from experience.

Hot, tight and wet, just the way we both wanted it.

With our bodies comfortably joined he was able to explore a little further and he slid his hands back up under my little red dress. It was already riding around my waist, but he lifted it higher, letting my skin touch the stone wall directly, and his hands found my bare breasts. I'd wanted to wear a bra, but he'd asked me not to, and he sighed when he found I'd done as he'd said. Then he took my breasts into his hands and kneaded them, hard. My nipples were erect and sensitive, and I gasped as his fingertips took hold of them and squeezed.

I'd managed to pull the back of his shirt from his trousers, and my fingers slid up and down his spine, loving the feel of his sweaty back, and the sounds he made as I teased him.

I know it seems that he was a little rough with me, but that was definitely the way I wanted it. I'd done gentle, I'd been pampered. That was nice too, but this was what I needed now. Simple and dirty.

We found a rhythm of sorts. I wasn't able to move much except when he lifted me, but my thigh muscles were certainly equipped to help. He could withdraw himself a little from me each time, and then press me hard up against the stone wall. I loved the feel of the rough stone along with his firm hands and hard cock.

We both came together as I'd hoped, twin sweaty animals, joined at the hips, unaware of anything except our thrusting bodies. I felt him hesitate for a moment before his cock released his seed inside me. I squeezed him with my teeth on his lip. I squeezed him with my hands on his back. I squeezed him, as hard as I could with my thighs. He exploded inside me, just the way I wanted, gasping and grunting with the release. I didn't care. My mind was coping with an explosion of its own, as I orgasmed and my muscles clenched hard. My pulses were returned by the invader deep inside me, and that made me twitch again and again.

The intensity was too much to take for too long, and he kissed me again before lifting me off his still-hard cock, and lowering me gently to the pavement.

I'd lost my shoes, my panties, my dignity and my desperate need. Suddenly we were both aware of the surroundings again, aware of the risk, aware of the buzz it gave us.

I stood in front of him, my dress down over my thighs again, and I rubbed myself against him. He jumped, and I laughed. I bent to pick up my panties, ignoring his whistle, and then cleaned him off with them, wrapping the satin around his slowly softening shaft and rubbing them up and down him for a moment before balling them up in my hand and pressing them into his trouser pocket.

I slid my feet into my shoes. He did his best to put his cock away in his pants.

"I told you," I said to him quietly, my voice still struggling, "I wasn't going to do this again."

His deep voice was as smooth as silk. "What are you doing here then?"

"You told me to."

"Oh, please."

"You did."

"You wouldn't have shown up, Jessica, unless you wanted to."

"I couldn't resist."

"No."

"Bastard."

"Yep."

"No more, Mark."

"I'm not convinced."

"You never are."

"With good cause."

"I know... So, back to the office?"

"Yeah. I have some stuff to finish there."

"See you at home?"

"Yup. Later. Give the kids a hug from me."