"Want some cookies?"

"Want some cookies?" I asked and finished sauntering up to the car window. My cock, already starting to throb to life at the memories of what we used to do, of how much we used to fuck each other silly, and of what that mouth felt like, was right next to the package of Oreos that I had just bought. I wasn't so close to the car that I couldn't see her eyes dart between the package of cookies and my hardening dick, but I was easily within touching range.

I wanted her to touch. I wanted her to realize that I wasn't wearing anything under my running pants, that freeing my cock was just a breath of a touch away, and that if I got much harder, the damn thing would have popped out on its own.

I could feel the tension ratchet up between us. My own heart beat a little harder, I can't imagine what hers was doing. Every time we'd bumped into each other in the past, that tension built, but this time, her husband wasn't there. My wife wasn't there. Her sisters weren't there. We weren't in a busy Target. We were at a basically abandoned parking lot in the middle of the night.

I wanted my cock to pop free right then and there. I purposefully thought of everything dirty we'd ever done. Fucking on the stairs, fucking in the public laundry, fucking on the steps of the courthouse, her waiting for me to come home with her thighs spread sitting on the dinner table facing the door, telling me dinner was served...it could have been anyone that walked through that door. The sheer amount of cum I'd pumped into that crimson furred puss over the years when we were together was insane and it made my balls thrum to think about.

She bit her lip before she answered...