Sex Honey kitten

"Please," I said, "get your hands out from underneath my skirt..."

He laughed.  "Why?"

"Hmm.. Maybe because I have a husband? I don't know. Why else?"

His hand gripped the beginning of my thigh , just above my knee. I had a long skirt on..quite long. I had just gotten back from shopping in the center of town. My two sons were in the car. My husbands kids. Maybe. No I'm joking. Of course they both are.

"Come on? Just a little fun?" He tugged at the skirt.

"I cant! Can't bear to say it again. Not today. So , go on mister. Hands out from under a ladys skirt. Now!"

His fingers had been about to pull aside my panties. But he complied and pulled out. He lit a smoke and looked towards my car. Luckily neither of my boys were watching.

"You deciding to be a good wife now or something then?" He said. "That why you got your hair done like that and shit?"

"Oh you like my hair?" I said, touching it. I had just gotten it cut into a brand new style and braided. It was bleached and the ends of it red.

"Yea." He said. "I like the skirt too."

"Why thank you, young man. An old gal appreciates it. I think it's a fine skirt too. You should know I love my plaid."

"Well," he said. "What about him?"

"Oh you just can't help yourself can you young man?"

"I just wanna know. "

"Know what?" I said , leaning on the grocery cart.

"If you're fucking him."

"He's my husband."

"As if that ever meant anything."

"Haha." I laughed, "you think you're funny. Well what can I say? He's been fucking me, yes, I'm sorry to tell you honey."

"Only him?"

I grinned. Put my hand on my hips. "Well now what would you be  implying? "

"You know..that you got some other young dudes coming around now and you don't want me now. That you're done with me. You got new dicks."

"You think it's polite to talk to me like that? Out here? Do you?"

"Can you just be fuckin honest with me and cut your shit?"

I flipped my wrist at him. "Honey I don't wanna be talked to rudely like this. Now I got my kids in the car waiting to go home and watch some tv and relax.  If you want you text me on my phone when you're feeling a little nicer."

I went to turn around and he grabbed at my skirt. I knew it would excite him. All young bucks are the same. "Wait!" He said, "you mean it? I can text you, you'll reply? You weren't replying. That's why I..caught you here. You mean it?"

"Yes, sure. Now don't be so needy. It turns an old bitch off, don't you know that ?"

"I know. You don't like lovers."

"That's right." I grabbed his shirt "you remember. Hard to believe that your 23 year old noggin even has such clear thoughts in it."

"19." He said.

I laughed ...my fingers grabbed his waistline now. "Oh yes 19. I forgot."

"Cause you been fucking some other dude!"

"Shh, honey, shh." I slipped my hand down his waistline a bit (he was wearing big baggy red sweatpants , like always really). "Calm yourself young man. You're gonna get your chance again."

"Am I,"

"Yes. But this time you gotta make sure you do it real real hard if you want an old bitch to remember you."

I kissed him lightly on his lips keeping them there for a few brief but good seconds. His hand grabbed my tit. "You'll see ..ill fuck yiu so hard. I'll ..ill come and do it even while your husbands home- like you asked that time. Shit I don't care. I'll do it. I'll sneak in through that window like you asked. I'll do it."

I kissed him again. Then ripped his hand off my tit. "Ok." I said. "Good .  I'm glad, and dripping too. But..." I turned around towards my Hummer. One of my sons seemed as though he'd been looking now and then shot back into his seat when I looked.

"Your sons."

"Yes, they need me young man."

"Ok but tonight. Tonight I'll text you."

"Ok honey. I'll see you."

And wit that I was off.