Brief encounters - on the way to the airport

[Foxy Lady]

'Hi, we've just stopped by for the parcel.'

'Parcel? Oh yes, Sally said you'd drop it off with her sister on your way to the airport.'

He was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was dishevelled, like he'd just got up.

The robe was loose, so I gave the cord a playful tug.

It fell open, far enough for me to see that he was flaccid. He saw me looking; I made no secret about it.

'The parcel?' I reminded him. He walked out of the kitchen and came back with a bag. I took it.

The robe was still open and he had stiffened slightly.

'We'll have to be quick.'

'Quick?'

Was he really this slow?

'My husband is in the car and we have a plane to catch.'

He looked up, the bedroom was over the kitchen.

'Sally,' he croaked.

'Then we'll have to be quick and quiet.'

He looked undecided.

I put down the bag and took hold of his cock. It was erect now. Pity to waste it.

I backed across the kitchen, his cock in one hand, lifting my skirt with my other, until I was pressed against the edge of the table.

'Fuck,' he stared at my glistening pussy.

'Yeah, that's the general idea, if you want to, that is.'

He did want to and he was quick, although not exactly quiet.

'Shit,' he moaned after he had cum, 'do you think Sally heard that?'

I didn't answer. I neither knew nor cared, after all I had a plane to catch. I grabbed the bag and walked out.

We had just dropped off the parcel at Sally's sister when my husband asked.

'Did you?'

I knew what he meant.

'Of course, what did you expect?'

He grinned and slipped his hand up my skirt.

'Slut,' he hissed.

'You know me.' He did.