Sirikit, Satisfied

Yesterday she was in my arms in tears. It was a change from our usual lunchtime ritual. From the outside, I suppose it would seem almost mechanical. We meet, we talk a bit, we get each other off, we get coffee, we go back to work.

Today is different because yesterday was different. There are very rare times when Sirikit will have something on her mind I can't get out of her. For her and her husband I act as friend, counselor, occasional sexual surrogate. With Sirikit the definition is easier;
Lover.

Today the smile comes easier, so we find our regular place. I love it and hate it. Its in a park, removed enough not to be arrested, but not removed enough not to occasionally be seen. Today, it's more crowded than usual, with road construction on the other side of the path and what seems like an entire soccer team playing on the field a few yards away.

Still, she smiles. When Sirikit smiles I'm reminded of every single stereotype about asian beauty I've ever heard. I am unable to resist. With a sly smile I brush away the leaves and slip my hand back behind me, up her leg, under her skirt.

Her breath catches, my eyes close.

Were together often, so my fingers almost drift on their own. I tease, plunge, working my middle finger slowly in and out of her pussy as her weight grows while she leans on my arm. Our breath is punctuated by the near-miss sounds of fucking around in a park, and the adrenaline spikes make us giggle like children.

As her breathing increases, I decide to take a chance. In one fluid movement I plant my hand on her stomach and force her back, swinging below her and sliding under her skirt before she can react.

My tongue finds it target and it's rhythm at exactly the moment I'd intended. Pliable yet comparitively rough fingers replaced suddenly by hungry and eager tongue. It's too much for her. I feel her hand press down on my head and hear her moans start coming uncontrollably. I can hear the fear of discovery in her voice and I love it.

She shakes against my mouth. I savor the mound, so smooth and shaven. In my mind she always tastes like rain.

We kiss, we part. There are advantages to a lover that works a few hundred yards away from me to be sure. I hug her goodbye and we part. I'm assured that whatever weighed on her mind was replaced by the smile I'd given her as she heads off to the rest of her day.

I am satisfied.