I woke up this morning and before I opened my eyes, I ran through which day it was, which meetings I had in my diary, and of course who I was going to play with today. Today was Wednesday, and so that meant a lunch appointment with my hubby’s mate and meeting a work colleague at 5pm to ease away the tensions of the day, before returning home. The morning was busy and it flew. At 12, I touched up my make up and slipped out of work and into Steve’s car, which was waiting, with engine running, outside the office. We drove to our usual spot on a country lane, not far away. As we pulled up, we switched the mobiles to silent and turned to kiss. Steve’s kisses are warm and wet and his hands roamed softly around my body, gently stroking my face, neck and shoulders. My hands naturally fell into his lap and I stroked his inner thigh over and over again, sliding further and further upwards. He was moaning slightly between kisses and eventually pulled away saying “you are driving me mad, woman”. I kissed him harder and pressed closer into him. I felt his hands move across my shoulders and slide lower down my silk blouse. My boobs hardened, my nipples ached. He pulled his hands away mumbling he didn’t want to get dirt from his hands onto my clothes. I took his hands in mine and led them back to my chest, opening my top buttons and pushing his hand inside my blouse and onto my lace bra. Kissing more passionately, he grabbed at my boobs, rubbing and squeezing and searching frantically for my nipples. His fingers and thumbs pinched my nipples hard. A rush of pleasure swept over me. He knows me well, they are my weakness. They are highly sensitive and I can’t control myself once aroused. I could already feel my pants becoming damp. Instinctively, his hand slid up my inner thigh, spreading my legs wider as he did. I lifted my bum off the seat, and I helped him quickly push my pencil skirt up to my waist. I felt his hand against my knickers, tracing my lips through the thin silk. I blushed slightly, realising he must be able to feel how damp they were, already. In a second, he had found the edge of the material and pushed it aside, his finger brushing across my pussy. A strong finger pushed inside. I gasped. All the while, our tongues rolled around, our lips wet. I sucked his bottom lip as he thrust his finger inside again. My hand slid up and over his trousers, tracing the outline of his cock through the material. I rubbed up and down over his shaft applying more pressure each time, feeling his cock grow and harden. My fingertips could feel the rim of his cock. A car came down the lane, and slowly passed us. We straightened up and rearranged our clothes in swift movements, giggling childishly. Steve glanced at the clock, and realised it was time to go back. Reluctantly, Steve started the engine, we kissed a few more times then he pulled away and sighed heavily. As he dropped me back at the office, I leant towards him and glanced up, just in time to see his eyes flash a warning at me. I stopped myself, composed and then cheerily, said “Thanks for the lift, bye” got out of the car and walked back into reception. Only 4 and a half hours to my next encounter at 5pm