I knew J was married, and not entirely happily. She had told me about him before, his lack of interest in her and his selfishness when it came to the bedroom. She said that their sex life mostly amounted to him climbing on top of her in the morning and shoving himself inside her and sometimes not even that. That sometimes he would just push up against her and rub himself on her until he came, and that it was easier when he did. She would just lie there and let him please himself before getting up to make coffee and get their son of to school. But I'd never seen them together before that day in the mall.

 They were a miserable looking trio. He was a large, sloppy looking man wearing shorts and an ugly promotional tee shirt, she was dressed in tracksuit pants and a sweatshirt. Both wore crocs. I won't speak of the bored looking boy but each of them seemed to be entirely alone in their worlds despite obviously being together. I couldn't help but watch and when they got closer I could see she had recognised me too.

 The last time I'd seen J was at her home, the husband had been at work and her parents had taken the boy out for a while. She had answered the door wrapped in a towel and we had spent a pleasurable half an hour kissing and touching and pleasuring each other orally. When she went down on me she put her glasses on because I had mentioned this during one of our chats and when I came she had pulled me from her mouth and let it spatter over the lenses. She was wearing her glasses now and I smiled at the memory as I caught her eye. Ten minutes later my phone buzzed in my pocket.

- r u still here? im in the bathroom.

- where?

- by whitcoulls. handicap. be quick.

 I was there in less than a minute. There was nobody in the corridor when I tapped hesitantly on the door, hoping it was the right one and I wasn't about to embarrass myself. I breathed a sigh of relief when it slid open slightly and her face appeared in the gap. I slipped inside quickly and she closed it behind me and we kissed.

 ' I have to hurry', she whispered. 'They're in EB games, I told them I'd be back soon.' 

 She was already unbuckling my belt. I had my hands inside her clothes, squeezing her small breasts through what felt like a sports bra, one hand inside her pants on her ass. J opened my jeans, pulled them down and took me in her hand. I pulled her cheap trackies down and slipped my hand between her thighs, finding her already wet but a moment later she pulled away, squatting on the floor before me and taking the head of my cock between her lips as she continued stroking the shaft. Then she was on her feet again, turning away from me and placing her hands on the sink, looking at me in the mirror fixed above the small basin.

'Don't cum in me,' she whispered.

 She was a rather short woman, quite thin, and I had to bend my knees awkwardly to get to the level required to push myself into her. Her eyes remained fixed on me in the mirror as my cock filled her tight, wet pussy. She pushed back against me as I began to fuck her. 

'Don't cum in me,' she repeated quietly.

 It didn't take long. I tried to hold back but J didn't seem to want that, her ass pushed back against me with each stroke, her lips pressed tightly together as we stared at each other in the mirror. I gripped her bony hips and began to move faster, pushing deep inside her, my legs still bent uncomfortably, lifting her with every thrust as she watched me.

 I'd pushed her top up under her arms and when I pulled out of her and finished with my hand the first spurt hit the mirror before I could adjust my aim and anoint her bare skin. She stayed in position until I was done then pulled her clothing back in place without cleaning herself off and turned to kiss me briefly. I didn't think she had orgasmed and asked if she was ok but she told me she was fine and had to go before slipping out the door. I tidied myself up and waited a moment before leaving....