The distinctive sound of leather against leather

The cicadas buzzed furiously as I pulled up in the shadowy carpark, humidity lingered in the air sticking to my skin. I pulled at my skirt, moving it higher on my thighs. Brendon had made a point to let me know just how much he wanted to see my skin showing; not all of it, that was in bad taste. Just enough to start the mind wandering, the feel of my soft moisturised, freshly shaved skin only hours before in the cool refreshing shower

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As I showered Brendon watched quietly from his large leather recliner in his home. Phone propped up on a nearby dictionary from yesterday evenings scrable match - he was not thinking about that in this moment - his eyes moved slowly, hungrily tracing the curves of my body. The soap only just hiding my erect nipples under the cool rushing water coming from above. I wasn't about to break eye contact, I knew just how much that turned him on. My knowing he was watching, enjoying and savouring every movement made him twitch in his pants.

My hands moved slowly, methodically first up my arms, rubbing as I went making the bubbles lather even more. My shoulders, my collarbone, my left hand stopping in the centre of my chest before my fingers slowly traced down the middle of my breasts. Down my stomach down my left leg and then back up again. My lips parting a slow, soft moan escaping.

Seeing Brendon move in his seat, the distinctive sound of the leather rubbing - a sound i knew very well - i smiled a little cheeky grin back to the camera before holding my head back into the cool water letting it run over my face down my breasts and the rest of my body, my hands moving with ease through my saturated hair.

'I want you' I mouthed at the camera, Brendon smirked then bit his lip. He knew what that did to me, i pursed my lips and flashed him a cheeky look before leaning in and turning the water off. The world fell quiet as I stood there dripping wet in more ways than one.

"Tonight" Brendon said as I scooped up the phone brining it closer.

I could see the bulge in his pants, i knew that well too, I remeber the first time I'd felt that bulge, in a busy wine bar in the city 3 months ago.

It was our first time meeting after speaking messaging over the last week we had learnt a lot about one another very quickly.

Brendon was in a loveless marriage, it had been this way for the last year. He'd always been a big believer in staying together for the kids - his, were still so young, too young to understand if their mum and dad were to seperate. His wife had stopped his advances for the last time 6 months ago, though she didn't know it. He'd had enough, hard working and loyal he had done anything and everything to put the spark back into the bedroom to no avail. He'd known his wife his whole life, he was present for the miracle that was their first borns birth. His friends had warned him about the lack of sex that follows child birth but he had discounted the idea completely, Brendon had a high sex drive, his wife knew this and loved this. Any chance he could she would welcome his advances and they'd end up intertwined in the bedroom. But the sleepless nights, the extra job to make ends meet, sex became the last thing on the list and Brendon would find himself in the shower most mornings rubbing his member his eyes closed remembering the memories.

One morning, as he turned the faucet on and climbed into the steamy shower it became harder to imagine, harder to get aroused and Brendon found himself feeling very frustrated. The afternoon before, he had come home early, grabbed dinner and some flowers then greeted his wife with a passionate kiss; she had pulled back and broken it off just as he could feel himself getting excited.

He hadn't planned his feelings to change towards his wife, he had promised to love and hold her, through thick and thin but the feeling of frustration called out louder than his vowels, the primal urge was sneaking through. Sex had a hold on him, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed it. He needed the touch, smell and taste of sex.

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