I am in the city. Sitting impatiently in the hairdresser's chair as the stylist takes her sweet time applying my colour. I am half listening to her chat. The other half of my attention is focused on my phone. You have been texting me all morning.

You live well outside the city and are at home, enjoying a late breakfast.

As we exchange flirty messages, you joke that you are tempted to join me in the city. We could meet you suggest. Instead of joking back, I boldly suggest that we could find a changing room to bump into each other in.

As the text conversation goes back and forth, my colour is washed off in the sink. I feel tense and turned on but disappointed that my fantasy will remain in my head.

I chat idly to the stylist until I notice that you have sent me a picture. It is always exciting to receive these from you, but this one stops me in my tracks.

To anyone else, the image would seem innocuous.

You, arm on the steering wheel of your truck, side view of the passenger seat that i remember so well from a previous encounter, and the blur through the passenger window. You are moving. You are no longer in your house eating breakfast.

My heart drops. Surely not? My fingers move rapidly across the keypad - "no way?!" I manage.

"Yes way", you reply.

Fuck!

You are actually coming to meet me. My heart is pounding in my chest, blood pumps in my ears. The stylists words are silent to me now as my thoughts race. This is actually going to happen. I am so turned on and realise that this is the hottest thing to happen to me for a long time. My clit tingles. My stomach flips.

I should explain. Our liaison isn't that of a typical couple. We are happily married. To other people.

This is wrong. But we can't stop. We have tasted the ecstasy of each other and we are hooked. Who knows how long it will continue for, but right now, all my brain can think of is how much I need to be alone in the changing room with you.

We have touched each other before but we have never had sex. The anticipation that this might happen is overwhelming me.

I finally leave the hairdressers, barely able to concentrate as i weave through thr onslaught of Saturday shoppers. The sun is hot outside and I am already perspiring with excitement.

I almost run to the shopping mall, we have arranged to meet on a balcony overlooking the main hall.

You call me on the phone. i search for you in the throng of people.

My heart quickens as I make out your figure in the crowd. You look hot. We agree to stay on the phone, and you will follow me from a short distance, to the shop we have chosen. It feels so sexy to know that you are watching my bottom in my tight trousers, as I walk just ahead of you. To all of the people around us we are two strangers going about our day.

We are outside now, walking across the square to the place I have chosen. The carnival is in full swing. People are wearing costumes, drums bang, the city is alive with people. And I am alive with passion and the desperation to feel your cock inside me.

We both collect a handful of clothes. The changing room is communal. The lady on the desk asks me how many items I have and directs me inside. You are just behind me now. I am still on the phone to you.

You ask which cubicle I am in. The changing room is busy. Either side of my cubicle is occupied. Risky. Dangerous. But so fucking exciting.

You walk down the corridor. I am almost panting as you enter the tiny space with me and lock the door.

You look so hot I want to jump on you.

Instead you take my face in your hands and kiss me hard. We both breathe heavily - I tell you to "shhh", we can hear the man in the next cubicle, so there is no doubt that he can hear us.

There are mirrors all around the tiny space. Bonus.

You take off my clothes quickly to reveal my silky sage green bra and matching thong. Your fingers find me, your mouth discovers my nipples. God I wish I could moan loudly. It takes everything in me not to.

You turn me around to face the mirror, you are behind me now. Your fingers are reaching around my waist and down, down to my aching pussy. The urgency of the encounter is adding to the intensity of the moment.

You have never put your cock inside me. Apart from my mouth. You embrace the opportunity, to my delight, and bend me over, pulling out your rock hard, wet cock and pushing it inside me. Fuck. This is naughty. We both know it. It feels so good but you can't cum inside me. The cubicle is so quiet we would surely be heard if you start ramming me from behind. All I want is to feel your heavy balls slapping into my ass.

We don't have much time. You sit on the bench within the cubicle, I stand infront of you. You push your fingers deep inside me. I am so wet now. I can't hold on, cumming, I clasp my shaky hand across my mouth to stop myself moaning out loud. I am certain that the people around us must be able to hear, but if anything this increases my pleasure.

You make me cum but I am still eager for more. You look up at my from you position on the bench. I raise my finger to you and mouth silently, "one more?". You smile, enjoying the fact that you can get me off so much and don't waste any time fulfilling my wish. Again, the pounding and sliding of your fingers against and inside my pussy is too much. My legs weaken and I shake as I cum again. My god, how do you make me feel so good?

I crouch down on my knees. You can see my thong and bum in the mirror as I suck your cock. I am enjoying the thought of you watching me as I bounce my mouth up and down on your dripping wet dick. i love the taste of you. An abundance of pre-cum slides over my tongue, as I increase the pace if my effort. You hold my head and fuck my mouth, forcing your wet shaft deep into my throat. I gag, still trying to be as quiet as I can.

The sensation of your cock so deep in my mouth makes you explode silently in my mouth, your cum tastes so good and I am so happy to have returned the favour.

The air in the cubicle is hot and heavy now and I am certain it will smell of sex to the next customer.

We are both still breathing rapidly and with trembling fingers I dress myself, pulling my tight trousers back over my peach and sliding the silky top over my nipples, still hard from the encounter. I am in awe of you and what we have just done together.

We leave the shop. I am on fire. Everyone outside is oblivious to our rendezvous.

I am wet for the remainder of the afternoon and replay the image of you fucking me in the cubicle for the rest of the day. By the evening, I wonder whether it really happened. Your texts remind me that it did and that you enjoyed it just as much as me.

I can't wait for you to join me in the city again soon.