Tryin' to get away into the night

Sophie smiled as she stood in her kitchen, re-reading Callum's text, feeling a faint blush of excitement color her cheeks as she thought of the young man, her new lover, and what they'd done in the park earlier. Her husband was in the other room watching television, her girls off in their rooms, leaving Sophie to relive the afternoon's events, remembering how Callum had felt inside her, how he'd tasted... she squeezed her thighs together as a delightful spasm of excitement ran through her. She wanted him again, wanted the excitement of being with him, of having such a young lover. It was deliciously naughty, Sophie thought, her having a lover no older than her daughter. I wonder if she knows Callum? Sophie mused with a naughty giggle as she typed a message into her phone. She needed to see him again.

A few moments later her phone chimed in her hand, a thrill running through her as she saw it was Callum's response.

C- Can't wait to see you again. When can we get together?

Sophie glanced nervously at the door, still hearing the television playing loudly in the other room as she typed her response.

S- Soon.

C- How soon? When?

Sophie wanted to laugh out loud at his impatience, his wanting to see her again sending chills down her spine and a spasm between her legs. Biting her lip, she paused, glancing up from her phone as she weighed her options, trying to decide on what her answer was going to be. Feeling the rush of doing something she shouldn't, Sophie quickly typed out her response.

S- Tonight. Meet me in the park. 21:00. On the dog walk.

Almost instantly her phone chimed, Sophie's smile broadening ever wider as she read the eager message there.

C - I'll be there.

"What's going on?" Her husband asked as he stepped into the kitchen, his sudden appearance causing Sophie to jump in fright, almost dropping her phone. "Who's texting you?" Her husband asked as he opened the refrigerator and grabbing a beer.

"One of my friends," Sophie lied easily, tucking her phone back into her pocket. "She's had a row with her husband. Wants to get together to talk about it," she adds, improvising a reason to leave the house, to get out to see Callum.

"Hmm," her husband nodded as he opened his beer, sipping at it. "You should go talk to her. Help her out," he suggested rather disinterestedly.

"But what about you and the girls?" Sophie protested weakly, not believing that he was actually encouraging her to go. "What about dinner?"

"I'll order takeout," he assured her with a shrug as he started to drift back towards the other room, back towards the television.

"Oh, okay," Sophie agreed, trying to hide her pleasure at his unexpected agreement. "I'll text her back. Let her know I'm coming," she said as she headed off towards the bedroom, wanting to change into something a little bit more alluring for Callum.