A Secret Afternoon Session with My Lover

In my mid-40s, I'm still discovering new depths of passion in an open relationship. Last week, during a busy university day, my lover called me and we arranged to meet secretly at the old library on campus where no one would think to look for us. The moment we closed the door behind us, our clothes began to fall away. We were both desperate, breath catching in our throats as hands roamed over familiar bodies, seeking out heat and slickness. I felt his hard length pressing against me, skin sliding against skin, every touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. Soon, he was deep inside me, moving with urgent thrusts that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. We lost track of time in that moment, clinging to each other until the world around us faded away.