Steve's car was parked in the driveway of Lola's house, the humid summer air weighing down on them as Lola slid into the passenger seat. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and Steve couldn't help but steal a glance at her. She was dressed in a loose tank top and short shorts, and Steve mentally chastised himself for not being able to keep his eyes off of her.
"Hey, Lola," Steve greeted, his voice coming out huskier than he intended.
Lola looked over at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Steve. How's it going?"
They made small talk as they drove, the sexual tension between them growing with each passing minute. Steve could feel it, and he was sure Lola could too. He tried to keep his gaze focused on the road, but he couldn't help but steal glances at her.
Lola noticed, and she playfully called him out on it. "Eyes up here, Steve. I'm married, you know."
Steve blushed, his eyes snapping back to the road. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Lola laughed, cutting him off. "It's okay, I'm flattered. You're a good-looking guy, Steve."
Steve's blush deepened, and he mumbled a thank you. They continued their conversation, the sexual tension between them growing. Steve could feel it, and he was sure Lola could too. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her.
Lola, unable to resist the urge any longer, leaned in and kissed Steve. Her hand rested on his chest, and Steve's heart pounded in response. He kissed her back, his hand reaching up to gently brush her hair aside.
The kiss deepened, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Lola broke away, gasping for breath, and whispered "Your dick is way nicer than my husband's."
Steve was taken aback by her bluntness, but he couldn't help but laugh. Lola joined in, her laughter filling the car. They continued their make-out session, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Lola, feeling bold, reached down and touched Steve through his pants.
Steve moaned, his hands shaking as he reached over and did the same to Lola. She let out a sigh of pleasure, whispering "You're so much better than him."
Steve's mind was clouded with desire, and he couldn't think straight. He unbuttoned Lola's shorts and slid them down her legs, and Lola not wanting to be outdone, did the same to him.
They continued their heated encounter, their bodies pressed together in the small space of the car. Lola, feeling guilty but unable to stop, told Steve "This is wrong, but it feels so right."
Steve, his own guilt momentarily forgotten, agreed, whispering "I know, but I can't help myself."
They continued their passionate encounter, their bodies moving in unison. Lola, feeling the familiar stirrings of an orgasm, told Steve "I'm close."
Steve, his own release imminent, agreed, whispering "Me too." They continued their encounter, their bodies moving in sync, until they both reached their climax.
Lola leaned her head on Steve's shoulder, both of them panting heavily. They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything.
Finally, Lola broke the silence. "I should get going. My husband will be wondering where I am."
Steve nodded, starting the car. They drove back to Lola's house in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts.
As Lola got out of the car, she turned to Steve and said "Thanks for the ride, Steve. And for the...other stuff."
Steve smiled, his eyes never leaving Lola's. "Anytime, Lola. Anytime."
Lola walked into her house, leaving Steve alone in the car. He sat there for a few minutes, replaying the night's events in his head. He knew what they did was wrong, but it felt so right.
He started the car and drove home, his mind still filled with thoughts of Lola. He knew he shouldn't have done what they did, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
And he knew that this was just the beginning of their wild ride.
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