whole body tensed and thrummed in violent mayhem. Absolute chaos. Utter pandemonium. I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life, so acute, so powerful and all-encompassing. Overwhelming every sense, every emotion, every thought. I feared I might go crazy from the sheer magnitude of pleasure coursing through me.
The seconds ticked by, first one minute, then two, and all the while Daniel continued to hold me in a fierce embrace. But my body trembled regardless. At first, it was just from the act, from our lovemaking, from the most fulfilling release I’d ever experienced. But then Daniel eased me back down onto the hood, spread me wide again, and slowly slipped out, running both his fingers and the end of still-hard cock back and forth, front to rear, over and over, until his breathing calmed and his muscles relaxed. The waves in my core ebbed, and as my heart settled into a more comfortable rhythm, my conscience began to nag at me.
I tried to push it aside, to focus on the most amazing and daring thing I’d ever done in my whole forty-one-year existence on earth, but my sweat-drenched nakedness, exposed to the damp chill of the evening air, began to overwhelm me—my indecent position on the hood of my car, my blouse ripped half-open and my bra split wide at the center hook, my breasts free and bare, the tips hard and puckered.
I pulled my knees together and snapped my arms in tight to my chest as I tried to work the clasp at my bra. Daniel tucked himself away then leaned forward and pulled my blouse closed, fastening the few remaining buttons while I spread my skirt back down over my thighs. My naked backside still rested against the cool, metal hood. I pushed Daniel away and hopped down to search for the underwear he’d torn from my body in his excitement. I found them on the asphalt near my left front tire, though, after examining the silky, red fabric, I was dismayed to discover they were ripped on both sides. I’d be forced to drive home commando. My face stained a bright crimson at the thought. But my embarrassment was just the beginning.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—fucked some young grad student in a back alley, someone I’d only recently just met.
What the hell is wrong with me?
From there, my nerves took over, and I began to shake even harder, the tears only moments away from overwhelming me as guilt and shame enveloped me like a sandstorm. I felt smothered by it and could hardly catch my breath.
“Hey now,” Daniel spoke calmly, “there’s no reason to be upset. Everything’s okay.”
But I shook my head and held out my ruined panties.
He had the good grace to look embarrassed as he reached out and took the destroyed lingerie from my hand. “Ugh, shit, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
But just the sight of my wrecked underwear in Daniel’s hands intensified my panic. How could I have been so careless, so utterly reckless? To break my wedding vows and have sex with a virtual stranger, and to do it outside where anyone could have discovered us, taken video then plastered it all over the Internet. The risk I’d taken was incomprehensible. He hadn’t even used a condom, for Christ’s sake. What in God’s name was I thinking?
Sensing my discomfort, Daniel tucked my panties into his pocket and approached me with his arms out, but I backed away. I snatched my newly-scuffed Louboutins from where Daniel had dropped them on the pavement and threw them inside my car. Then I faced Daniel from the open driver’s door.
“This is all my fault,” I explained. “My behavior...” I shook my head, embarrassed and at a loss for words. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was reacting. Hurt. I led you on, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
But Daniel disagreed with a grim shake of his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Eden. You seem to think this is all some kind of random, one-time hook-up, but it’s not. Nor is it about revenge. This—whatever it is we have
The seconds ticked by, first one minute, then two, and all the while Daniel continued to hold me in a fierce embrace. But my body trembled regardless. At first, it was just from the act, from our lovemaking, from the most fulfilling release I’d ever experienced. But then Daniel eased me back down onto the hood, spread me wide again, and slowly slipped out, running both his fingers and the end of still-hard cock back and forth, front to rear, over and over, until his breathing calmed and his muscles relaxed. The waves in my core ebbed, and as my heart settled into a more comfortable rhythm, my conscience began to nag at me.
I tried to push it aside, to focus on the most amazing and daring thing I’d ever done in my whole forty-one-year existence on earth, but my sweat-drenched nakedness, exposed to the damp chill of the evening air, began to overwhelm me—my indecent position on the hood of my car, my blouse ripped half-open and my bra split wide at the center hook, my breasts free and bare, the tips hard and puckered.
I pulled my knees together and snapped my arms in tight to my chest as I tried to work the clasp at my bra. Daniel tucked himself away then leaned forward and pulled my blouse closed, fastening the few remaining buttons while I spread my skirt back down over my thighs. My naked backside still rested against the cool, metal hood. I pushed Daniel away and hopped down to search for the underwear he’d torn from my body in his excitement. I found them on the asphalt near my left front tire, though, after examining the silky, red fabric, I was dismayed to discover they were ripped on both sides. I’d be forced to drive home commando. My face stained a bright crimson at the thought. But my embarrassment was just the beginning.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—fucked some young grad student in a back alley, someone I’d only recently just met.
What the hell is wrong with me?
From there, my nerves took over, and I began to shake even harder, the tears only moments away from overwhelming me as guilt and shame enveloped me like a sandstorm. I felt smothered by it and could hardly catch my breath.
“Hey now,” Daniel spoke calmly, “there’s no reason to be upset. Everything’s okay.”
But I shook my head and held out my ruined panties.
He had the good grace to look embarrassed as he reached out and took the destroyed lingerie from my hand. “Ugh, shit, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
But just the sight of my wrecked underwear in Daniel’s hands intensified my panic. How could I have been so careless, so utterly reckless? To break my wedding vows and have sex with a virtual stranger, and to do it outside where anyone could have discovered us, taken video then plastered it all over the Internet. The risk I’d taken was incomprehensible. He hadn’t even used a condom, for Christ’s sake. What in God’s name was I thinking?
Sensing my discomfort, Daniel tucked my panties into his pocket and approached me with his arms out, but I backed away. I snatched my newly-scuffed Louboutins from where Daniel had dropped them on the pavement and threw them inside my car. Then I faced Daniel from the open driver’s door.
“This is all my fault,” I explained. “My behavior...” I shook my head, embarrassed and at a loss for words. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was reacting. Hurt. I led you on, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
But Daniel disagreed with a grim shake of his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Eden. You seem to think this is all some kind of random, one-time hook-up, but it’s not. Nor is it about revenge. This—whatever it is we have
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