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Stuck at the Dunjin
When the Dunjin River Draw Bridge opened, it could stall traffic for half an hour. So, when Sarah saw the light at the bridge crossing turn red – just as she pulled up – she let out a stream of obscenities. She knew her date would be long gone by the time she arrived at the restaurant.
Missing dinner would have been acceptable. But, missing a marathon evening at the apartment of her dinner companion made her mad enough to spit.
She threw her car into park and glared at the bridge tender up in his steel turret. He looked like he loved his job.
Sarah began to examine the faces in the cars around her. Everyone wore a look of quiet exasperation.
Then she noticed the man in the silver Jaguar. He looked very pleased. As she watched him, he did something that she thought was illegal. He stepped out of his car. He closed the door, lit a cigarette, put a hand in the pocket of his suit pants and walked to the edge of the bridge.
Sarah crossed Dunjin Bridge hundreds of times in the past seven years. She had never even looked over the side.
So, she turned off the engine. She put her legs out of the car. Then she remembered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had had big plans for the night.
Damn bridge. The gears squealed as the two halves split in the middle and started rising. The tanker waiting to pass through blared its horn.
Sarah walked up to the barrier at the front of the cars. The sun was sinking over the eastern mountains and heat radiated from the bridge deck. Her skirt blew up in a slight breeze. She threw her hands down to prevent flashing the crowd, but the smoking man saw all he needed. Sarah could tell by the way he raised his eyebrows at her.
She joined him at the steel rail overlooking the water, “I didn’t know we were allowed to get out of our cars.”
He took the cigarette out of his mouth, “What are they going to do? Put me in drawbridge jail?”
“You look too rich to be the lawless type.”
He stepped closer, put one hand on her hip and slowly slid it back until his fingers rested lightly on the cleavage of her bottom. “How do think one gets to be rich, darling?”
The bridge was fully open and the road bed was straight in the air, a vertical wall of hot asphalt at her side. The rich man smiled at her on the other side.
Sarah wished she had on panties. She could feel a drip trickling down her inner thigh. “I bet the boat we’re waiting on is owned by a rich man.”
“I own the boat.”
“So, you are rich.”
He threw the rest of his cigarette into the water below. “Yes. And you… are exquisite.” He looked her up and down. She let him.
He leaned close to her, grazed his lips on her neck and pulled her close to him.
Sarah was not in the habit of rush hour trysts, but this man seemed to know what he wanted and how to get it. Sarah loved men like that. She didn’t flinch when reached his hand under her skirt and tickled his fingers up her leg.
She peered over his shoulder at the cars still waiting for the ship to cross. No one seemed to notice their illicit encounter. Most people were talking on cell phones, a few were clearly sleeping.
His hands were big, smooth and hot. His fingers went straight for her pussy. He easily slid one finger deep inside, all the way up to his ring. She almost lifted off her toes with the momentum. She looked at him, her eyes wide in arousal and shock. He smiled.
He pulled the front of her skirt up to her hips, pressed his body fully against hers and put her back against the railing. With the same hand that just discovered her willingness to let him in, he quickly opened his fly, released his cock and guided it into her. Then, he put both hands on the railing to either side of her, and rocked in an out with small, powerful thrusts.
The boat began to clear the bridge. Its horn blared. Sarah noticed a jolt as the bridge gears began the slow descent. The vertical deck began to fall away. She looked into the eyes of her boat owning, cigarette smoking, rule breaking bridge lover with indignation that he had not fulfilled her pleasure.
He didn’t look worried. With his cock still inside her, he caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He gave a gentle squeeze. Sarah’s toes curled, she clamped her thighs tight and sucked her stomach in hard as a zipper of electricity ran up the center of her belly.
As the orgasm rippled across her body, the sun dipped low enough in the sky that it’s golden rays danced along the water and lit Sarah from behind. Had the other drivers looked up from their text messages, they would have seen a glowing woman rising from the bridge, her radiant light obscuring the man clutched between her legs. As it was, the people on the road and the workmen on the boat far below found themselves suddenly thinking happy thoughts. The joy of Sarah Neverfaker’s climax touched all those around her.
She moaned so loudly the bridge tender looked down from his sky fortress. He seemed to recognize her paramour. He saluted them both and went back to returning the roadway to its usual configuration.
With the same efficiency as his entry, the man pulled out of her, leaving her damp and limp. He surreptitiously zipped his pants while he reached for his wallet. He pulled out a silver card and handed it to her.
“I’d like to tell you I’ve never done this before. But, I’d be lying. However, I don’t recall ever telling anyone when I was lying to them before. You’re something special. I’d love to have dinner with you. Call the number and my assistant will arrange something.”
He walked to his car. The bridge was almost back in position. The highway re-appeared on the other side. Cars roared to life.
Sarah threw the card into the Dunjin River. She already had a dinner date. And, if she drove fast, she could still make it.
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Thanksgiving break
Hey all, We’ve enjoyed posting on this great site…More to come following the Turkey break (hard to get time to draw for you all until dinner guests leave full and euphoric).
We hope you’ve enjoyed our posts thus far. We’ve certainly enjoyed yours!
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