Miss Goody Two Shoes

The following morning, at the same time, Tony was waiting for me at the bottom of our street.
His car door swung open, "Get in." he ordered.
I looked around, to see if anyone that I knew was watching. There wasn't, so I slid into the passenger seat. Without saying a word, he sped off.
"Enjoy the ride yesterday?" he laughed.
"Not really." I grumbled, as I tried to squeeze my legs together.
Stupidly (?) I'd worn the same skirt as yesterday, so when I turned to grab the seat belt my skirt rose up my calf.
" I think that you're telling a little white lie." Tony told me as he stroked my leg with one of his fingers.
"Just drive." I instructed, as I folded my arms across my large chest.
Laughing at me, he said, "I bet you're wearing those little pink pants today. Can I have a look?"
"No." I told him gruffly.
"No - you're not wearing pink? No - I can't look? Or no - you're not wearing any?" he asked as his hand touched my knee when he changed gear, making me flinch.
"NO - you can't look." I told him.
"Ha ha! So how will I know if you're wearing pink or none at all?" he chuckled as he took hold of the hem of my skirt.
As we stopped for traffic lights I grabbed his wrist. "They're pink. Happy now?"
With that our eyes met, and we both burst out laughing.
"You knew that I'd be waiting for you, didn't you?" he asked and I smiled in the affirmative, "and you wore them especially for me?" I shook my head in the negative, but my smile gave me away. "sweet." He said as he shook my hand away and lifted my skirt up so he could see my knickers. I slightly spread my legs so that he could get a better look.
When the lights changed he slid his hand up my skirt. I let out a small sigh when his fingers touched my pussy. It was already wet - very wet.
"Does that feel good?" he asked as he pressed the thin material against my dampening crease.
I could only nod, as he was now tickling my swollen clit, making me bite my lip to stop myself cumming in the front of his car.
He had to take his hand away to change gear as we pulled up outside of my office, leaving me a little bit frustrated, as I was so close to an orgasm.
Again he leant across my chest to open my door, gently touching my swelling breasts.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked.
"I don't work weekends." I told him as I smugly raised my eyebrows.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I suppose that I'll just see you in the garden then."
"You never know!" I replied as I walked away, noticeably swinging my hips.
I don't know what happened to me in that 24 hours, but all I could think about was sex. dirty sex. very dirty sex.
The rest of the day went in a flash. I was in a constant state of arousal. Even my bra couldn't hide my nipples poking through my sweater. And my knickers `swished' when I walked because they were so wet. I couldn't believe what I had let him do to me, even if I had worn my tiny pink g-string just in case the previous morning's events were repeated (lol!).
Here I was, a happily married woman, having sexy thoughts about this ex-con bully.
That night when I made love with my husband, all I could think about was Tony `taking me' like a wild animal.
The next morning, when I was hanging out (even more) washing, I kept looking over to the garage, where I could hear Tony working out.
Just when I thought that he wouldn't show himself, one of the doors swayed open.
He stood there like an Adonis in his tight shorts. His body was glowing with sweat.
My heart was pounding as I gave him a smile and a discrete wave. He flashed his toothy smile and crudely grabbed his crotch. In reply I stuck my tongue out at him.
With that he pulled his pants down with one hand and waved his cock at me! I swear that it nearly touched his knees. My eyes must have been like saucers! "Shit!" I thought, "that can't be real, it's huge!" It really was. Tony was laughing at me, as 10 yards away I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as he swung it round in a circle.
The moment was shattered as my telephone rang. Still laughing at my shock Tony stepped back into his garage.
Later, I went shopping with my husband so didn't see anymore of Tony until the Sunday morning.
As I was hanging out my freshly laundered underwear (g-strings and bras), I turned to see Tony standing next to the garage door, with his arms folded and his long cock and heavy balls hanging outside of his shorts for me to see.
I grinned at him, and quickly looked around, just to make sure that no one could see me, and lifted the front of my skirt, exposing my freshly trimmed pussy. His eyes were now like saucers!
He waved me towards him. I shook my head as I straightened my denim skirt.
He started to `waggle' his cock, making it stiffen, and again waved me to him.
My breathing was getting heavier and I know that my nipples were poking through my vest, but I stood my ground.
"No" I mouthed.
"Please!" he mouthed back, and his cock was now stiffening nicely.
I walked towards him, with my wash basket for protection.
"Has your mum gone to see your Auntie?" I quietly asked him.
"Yes, with dad." He grinned as he thought that he was in for a treat.
"Good. Put that away, and follow me in then," I told him.