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Julie hissed, “Derek, you have got to leave! Please? Anything! Just go!”

I continued rubbing her pussy, through her shorts, making her wetter as she waited for my final instructions. She slumped against my hand urging my thumb to tickle her clit through the thin fabric. My other hand pinched her nipple, nearly causing her to cry out.

Julie bit her lower lip and heaved a deep sigh dropping her head back onto my shoulder. “Please,” she whispered again.

I couldn’t resist nibbling on the sweet sweat that had formed on her neck. My hands were still occupied, bringing Julie ever closer to an orgasm. Julie’s pussy lips had parted, allowing me to push the absorbent fabric into her wetness. My finger slid easily along the opening.

Julie closed her eyes momentarily before letting out another deep breath filled with tension. “Don’t,” she pleaded, yet she offered no resistance. Even though she was saying ‘no,’ her body was screaming, ‘yes!’

By now I had her running shorts bunched between her legs, so that I had could run two fingers along her slit, with the fabric pinched between them. Her pussy was so wet and swollen that it had swallowed the crotch of her shorts. Meanwhile, my raging boner was readjusting her shorts from the back. Before long, her running shorts turned into a modified thong. The silky material crept between her ass cheeks while I pulled it through her slit.

“Stop,” Julie hoarsely whispered as she slumped against me, wedging my stiff pole between the exposed globes of her ass. She glided up and down as my fingers ran along her. Julie had reached behind and pulled me into her, keeping our bodies pinned together. I watched her magnificent breasts rise and fall with each quickened breath.

I stopped fondling her tits and lowered my hand to clutch at the gathered fabric. I pulled harder on it, forcing it deeper into her ass and pussy. I then worked my two fingers, on either side of the fabric, into Julie’s dripping wetness. It was a tight fit, having to work around the intruding fabric. Julie grunted when I sank them in three knuckles deep.

“Please don’t,” Julie again pleaded. However, as my fingers began to piston in and out, Julie humped in rhythm, matching each thrust. I could feel her juices dripping off my hand as I continued tickling the inner ridges of her pussy walls. Her body was on fire, the heat filling the room. Her breathing was ragged, coming in shorter gasps. She inhaled sharply, holding her breath, staving off a screaming orgasm. She knew she couldn’t go on. She bit her lip again, trying to muffle her impending release. “I’m… ungh … I’m … umph … I’m gonna …”

Just before she let loose, I pulled my fingers out and pulled away from Julie. She nearly fell over at the sudden lack of support. Her ever-nearing orgasm had quickly faded away, leaving her standing there, out of breath, and desperately wanting. She looked at me with questioning eyes as she refocused in my direction. “You told me to stop,” I mocked.

“God damn you, Derek!” Her voice was still a ragged whisper, determined to keep her husband from hearing what was going on in the kitchen.

I licked the sweet juice dripping off my finger, smiling confidently at Julie. I found a pen and pad of paper on the table. I scribbled my phone number on it. “Call me tonight once he’s asleep. I’ll be waiting.”

Julie was leaning against the counter, staring at the number, still recovering from the lack of oxygen, and her ebbing desires. Her shorts were still bunched up between the cheeks of her reddened ass. I couldn’t resist … I smacked it. “THWACK!” I hustled out the kitchen door before trouble ensued.

I caught a taxi back to campus. I wondered if Julie’s husband had heard? How would she explain? Would she call? …