Thinking about him!

Elena lay awake that night, the sheets tangled around her legs, Mark's snores a steady rumble beside her. Her mind replayed the afternoon—Alex's body yielding under her, the way he'd gasped her name like a prayer.

Her cock stirred at the memory, half-hard against her thigh, but she ignored it, guilt gnawing deeper now that the high had faded. Mark shifted in his sleep, arm draping over her waist, and she froze, heart slamming. What if he knew? What if he'd smelled the sex on her skin?

The next morning, she busied herself with chores, avoiding Mark's cheerful questions about his game. Alex texted mid-afternoon: Can't get you out of my head. Meet tonight? Park by the lake, 11pm. Her thumbs hovered, then typed back: Risky. But yeah.

Dusk fell slow, the summer air thick and humid. She told Mark she was meeting a girlfriend for drinks, kissing his cheek before slipping out. The park was quiet, just the lap of water and distant crickets. Alex waited on a bench under the willows, shadows playing over his face. He stood when she approached, pulling her into a hug that lingered too long, his breath warm on her neck.

"Missed this," he whispered, hand sliding down to squeeze her ass through her jeans. She shivered, pressing closer, feeling his bulge nudge her belly.