In the parking lot

She finished her shift.

Putting sandwiches together.

Baking bread.

It was a long day.

Early morning to mid-afternoon.

She went to the gym so she could shower.

And then pulled her aging, dying SUV into a parking lot nearby.

Mostly empty.

And she was near the back.

He climbed in the backseat.

And she met him.

A kiss.

A second.

Hunger.

She wore a skirt, a button down shirt. No bra or panties.

She was blonde and tired and eager.

He was in his suit, no tie. Cuff links.

He took his shirt off. No need for any evidence.

He unzipped and removed his pants.

And sat in t-shirt and boxers as she straddled his lap.

And kissed him.

His hands removing her shirt.

Her hands rubbing him through thick cotton.

The tip of his cock peaked over his waistband.

She felt the wetness of his pre-cum

She inched closer to him as his hands moved from her breasts to her ass.

A finger penetrating her wetness

Massaging her clit.

Two fingers...

Then she was on him, on top, sliding him in

Moaning and saying his name

As he sat there, grabbing her ass

Letting her take him

Kissing her neck and breasts and lips

Their bodies together, held tight

Slowly working into sweet ecstasy

He came. Hard. Deep inside her.

And they held each other.

And sat in silence.

She moved off of him.

And handed him his pants.

He buttoned up his shirt.

And kissed her on the lips.

And got out of the car.

Back to his.

She went back to the gym. Took another shower.

And drove home.