38 my deep dark twisted brunch fantasy (DC)

I see you eating your leisurely afternoon meal with your family in the sun. I see your sexy dad bod, with that little streak of salt in your 5 o'clock shadow, that whisper of chest hair peeking out of your weekend button-down shirt, and I know you see me notice. I know you see me blush.

I see your well-dressed wife and your nice car and your adorable dog. I poured your champagne and made sure your wife's egg white omelet had absolutely no salt.

You probably don't see me at all until I lean over. I know she pays me no mind whatsoever. But I have the dirtiest secret.

I want to meet you in the bathroom on the sly and suck your cock until you explode.
I want to brush up against you in the crowd and let you discreetly put your hands all over my cute little ass through my leggings.

I want you to corner me in the parking lot and turn me around against the first wall we can find so you can press yourself right between my cheeks. I want you to finally put your hands on these big soft tits you've been checking out all afternoon, and I want to hear the sounds and the words you make in my ear while you grind into me. I want to feel it when I know you can't stand it anymore.

I want to sneak off to a parking garage down the street and let you fuck me with my legs together in the back seat of your obnoxious car.

She never has to know. I just want to give you what she won't.