He stopped stroking her hand and he put his hand on her thigh. She had worn a pair of shorts and a man's shirt to the market. Now she fell the burning heat of his fingers almost searing her bare flesh.

"Stop," she told him. "Stop this. Your wife is just next door. We can't do this."

At the time she was protesting she knew she didn't want him to stop. She'd never felt like this before. This was the way a cave woman must have felt when a cave man took her for his own. A woman could do nothing but obey a strong man like John.

She felt his hand squeezing her thigh, and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She no longer protested. Instead she wiggled her own hot tongue into his mouth. It felt strange tongue-kissing a man who wasn't her husband. It was also exciting. Wiggling her tongue against his sent a powerful surge of need thin ugh her. She felt her nipples harden and get all tingly.

"You are a beautiful woman," John said. "The kind of woman that makes a man's mouth water. I used to get hard just looking at you."

"Did you really?" she asked.

"Yeah. I used to have a time hiding how I was feeling from my wife. Especially last summer when you had the skimpy black bikini. I used to walk around with a boner all day long."

She remembered that black bikini and she remembered how much of her creamy flesh she showed. She had almost been too ashamed to put it on. Now she was glad she had. She was glad she had tantalized this man with her body.

"Maybe I'll put it on for you again sometime," she said.

"You'd better," he said.

He slipped his hand up her body. He tugged at the shirt she had tucked into the shorts. She put her hand over his but she was too weak to stop him. He got the shirt out and he slipped his hand underneath. She shivered as she felt his broad, rough hand on her bare belly. His hand moving up until he had cupped her tit. He squeezed the round cone and pinched her nipple and she felt her tits filling up her bra a little more. She felt the heat of his fingers right through the material.