A Night Away for Rob and Jen - Sex Stories

A Night Away for Rob and Jen

... the things we had never tried before. When I came up the stairs after I’d been out she’d often met me with her shirt open and no bra. But as I said we were risk takers. And we needed to take risks again. The first time was sort of an accident. We were parked at Walmart and I had a company van then. Just as we opened the doors to go in it started to rain hard. The rain was thundering on the metal roof and was poring down the windows and the windshield. I kissed her and felt her breasts as we sat there waiting for the rain to let up. She unbuttoned her blouse and I got my hand inside her bra. I suggested that this would be a fine time to do it. She just shook her head in mock exasperation. But she I knew she wanted to. We awkwardly clambered over the seats. There was little real foreplay. We pulled our jeans down and I took her there on the cold floor with spools of electrical wire and tools around us. The rain stopped but we didn’t. We could hear people walking by but we kept going. It was a little kinky and we both liked it a little kinky. Our orgasms were something to remember. Then we bought a digital camera. It was an expensive purchase for us then. I took pictures of her everywhere. On the walks we took through the town park; at a small lake where we went for picnics; even sitting at a table at McDonald's. I never pushed her or rushed her. But we both knew why we bought it. When she was ready she put on a light rain coat over her clothes and went out without her bra and ...

... panties. I had the camera. It excited us both in a way I can’t describe. We didn’t do it all that often but we did it more than once. We must have had dozens of pictures of her with her breasts exposed and her skirt pulled up. But we were always careful that no one could see but me.They made us both horny and made sex even better. We kept the pictures in a shoe box on the closet shelf. But when our children were getting older we destroyed them. We agreed later it was a mistake. I was thinking about some of those risks when my reverie came to an end as I pulled into our driveway. Her car was there so I knew she was home. She met me at the door with a huge smile and a hug. “I love you, Rob,” she whispered in my ear. She was dressed in a light cotton sweater that buttoned up the front, a flowered print skirt and white sandals. I gave her a quick kiss and went to change into dressy but casual clothes. She had packed for us both and the suitcase was at the door with a dress bag lying over it. I gave her a questioning look. “Something I bought I thought you might like and some things you forgot,” she said. We kissed the kids and said goodbye to her mother and I put everything in the car. As she got in she let her skirt ride up, provocatively exposing a lot of thigh. I gave her a low wolf whistle that made her laugh as I got in and started the car. We didn’t talk much while we were on the Interstate. I put on an old Eric Clapton CD and occasionally reached over and took her hand. We ...