(Part of a much longer story. the "Source" is the main characters journal. let me know how it reads)
She was grinning ear to ear as she left with me.
She followed me to my car, and got in with me. I don’t know how it slipped then, but I know I couldn’t get my eyes off the cleavage she was displaying.
She directed me a mile north to Smith, where we turned, and followed the side streets to a unknown hidden park.
She caught my eyes. “The moment you’ve been waiting for,” she said with a grin.
This... was happening?
It wasn’t a joke?
She led me to the end of the park by the lake. There was one table by that end, and it was edge of from the rest of the park by a hedge.
She guided me to sit on the table. She tittered at my shocked expression, before grabbing my head and pulling me into a passionate kiss.
“Not many men know the truth.” Our eyes were locked.
“The truth?”
“The real truth.” Know the Truth? did she mean-?
“I was surprised, honestly,” I said. Not untrue at all.
“It was quite a fight. You don’t pull your punches. I like that in a suitor.”
“Your husband has no idea?” I asked her. Her look commanded clarification.
“About the truth, as we’re calling it.”
"I’d rather not talk about him right now.” shE hAD tHIS looK OF COMPLETE EMPTINESS
She got off my lap, and put her hands on her shirt. “Ready?” Her grin was full of excitement I imagined her husband never saw.
I grinned back. I finally got it. “Take it off,” I told her.
There’s always more than just taking it off. just taking it off was boring, and Jessica stretches and bowed as her shirt came off, revealing her bra, containing her incredible bust, and rock hard abs that I completely didn’t expect. She danced and moved her hands up and down her sides. “You’re seeing the only real thing about me, right now.” She leaned, curled backwards, and had her hands on the ground, and bent her knees. She pushed her bust up, reached to her back with her hand, unclipped her bra and flung it away.
I pushed back against the flush in my own body. I took a shaky breath. “You’re spectacular,” I told her.
She smoothly curled into a ball, then reached for my knees, and beelined for my lips with hers, a quick peck on my lips. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”
She crawled behind me, Embraced me, and lifted my shirt.
I had been 99% sure of what was going to happen when we left the car. That changed it to 100%.
And yet, I was still shocked a bit. I’m nothing to look at, unlike her, who is a complete goddess. But thinking about it now, I know why.
She could actually relate to me. Something I Know she didn’t have with her husband.
To clarify, I remember the sex. I’m just not speaking of it here.