[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
" Claire - this is NOT the ... "
he said ... only to be interrupted with a confused, yet deep groan of pleasure. one moment, John was being guided by Claire suddenly with his hand directly onto her ass... the next? he instinctively began squeezing, grabbing both of her breasts - and slowly gyrating his hips unto hers, and noticed almost TOO late his own length was driven out of his pants - unzipped and unbuckled, with only the most familiar hand around it idly but dangerously stroking it - up, and down... down, and up. meanwhile John studied the eyes of his wife, filled with absolute lust, demand - with need.
all behind a closed off BACKBAR of the restaurant they were SUPPOSEDLY just about to leave. in this section, the lights were dimly lit enough that prying eyes around both corners would not visually take note - save for his AND her sounds. shockingly no bottles were rattled, dropped nor broken ... yet.
was it his outfit? his cologne? neither of them had even drank to begin with ... she and John just got done eating as well.
what was she doing? what was HE doing?
" Claire ... - Claire, wait until we are home... "
he said, struggling against a labored albeit quiet moan ... because John was about THIS close to placing down Claire onto the countertop and take his wife from behind - hands on her hips, legs almost dangling, and himself being so deep. over, and over, and OVER again.
his self-control was failing him. RAPIDLY.
" jesus ... j-just wait- "
