Hunting (Part 2)

The 392 bus hissed as it pulled to the curb, its brakes sighing like an cuckold husband settling into a chair. Betty stepped down, her boots clicking against the wet pavement. The sky was bruised with the last light of dusk, and the air smelled faintly of eucalyptus and rain.

This was her last week of work before a short holiday to Bali. A week of solitude, she told herself. No emails. No expectations. Just the sea and silence....and maybe.....Swell spa?

As she adjusted the strap of her bag, she noticed him again.

This time Ric was already there. He must have caught an earlier bus. He was leaning against the bus shelter, sketchbook in hand, charcoal smudged on his fingers. His eyes met hers briefly—hazel, flecked with something unreadable—and then returned to the page. Betty hesitated. Something about him made her want to know more, though she was sure she knew what he wanted.

“Did you follow my instructions?” he asked without looking up.

“isn’t that obvious?” she replied, twirling around in a tight green skirt and that showed no panty lines at all.

Betty laughed. “And you’re dressed like someone who looks like they wouldn’t even have time to take their shoes off.”

He closed his sketchbook. “Lets walk a bit.”

“Sure.” She replied

They walked together towards Heffron park, away from the direction of her work. The conversation easy, like a song they both somehow knew the lyrics to. He told her about the way the light changed the way the park looked each morning, especially after it had rained. She told him about their last meeting, and how sexy she felt not wearing underwear all week, waiting to show him that she had followed his instructions – then giggled and said “But living dangerously after two kids”

He laughed.

On reaching the entrance to the park, she stopped then she turned to say goodbye, expecting a wave, maybe a lingering look.

Instead, Ric stepped forward, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and kissed her—softly, like punctuation at the end of a sentence neither of them wanted to finish. Lost in this kiss, she barely noticed him lifting her skirt with his other hand, then carefully, gently and intentionally, he slipped his finger insider her, and ran it the length of her pussy, carefully pushing her lips apart and just deep enough to collect the wetness of her sex,

A car went past. She pushed away, heart thudding, lips tingling.

And just as she saw the car pass them by, she lifted the finger that had been in his cunt —this time putting it in his mouth and encouraging him to suck it.

“Can you taste my husband’s cum Ric?” she asked

To be continued.