It was the middle of the morning on a typical Tuesday. 

I was sitting at my desk as I worked through my morning clinic. 

In my pocket, a sudden private vibration from my phone. 

I smiled, I couldn't help it. 

I knew it was him.

My patient left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen

“I need to see you. I will wait for you in the usual place at one pm. x” 

The usual place was a little coffee shop, Dominique's. 1pm was my designated thirty minute lunch break. 

I imagined him fidgeting and restless in his office in town. Knowing he would be able to sneak away to Hampstead today to meet me for “lunch”. 

The summer days in London were hot and stifling.  We liked to make the most of them when we got the opportunity.

I sooo loved it when he sent me messages like this. 

He had a plan and he knew I would be there. 

The morning mindset had shifted. 

My appetite for lunch had morphed into an appetite for him. I was hungry. 

I glanced at the clock above the door. 

It was eleven am. 

Two whole hours of public facing professionalism. 

The air conditioned room helped to cool the excited heat I felt within. 

I focused on my clinic. 

Only looking at the clock when I rose from my chair to greet the people entering the room. 

Twelve-forty-five had arrived and I closed the door behind the final attendee. 

I wrote up some notes, closed down the workstation, washed my hands and grabbed my bag. 

I pictured him alighting from the train and weaving through the crowds. 

His steps taking him quickly toward his destination. His mind on the plan he had made that morning. 

At one pm on the dot I stepped outside. The sun was glorious and the streets were busy. 

Workers, residents and tourists filling the pavements and shops.

I sped past them, crossing the road and shielding my eyes from the sun as I scanned the street. 

He was there, of course he was. As promised. 

He was smoking a cigarette and sipping a cappuccino. 

He looked divine. He always did. 

His tall suited frame and salt and pepper hair. Fucking divine. 

He watched me approach and smiled. 

As he handed me my cappuccino he simply said “lets go”.

It was a very short walk across the square to the leafy loveliness of the Heath. 

Our shoes went from the click of the paving slabs to the crunch of the graveled path. 

We had very little time, we always had very little time during these last minute lunchtime meetings.

No sooner had we walked under the shady canopy of the beautiful mature trees he stopped. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. His kiss was so deep and so hard it was easy to forget where we were.

He stepped back and pulled me by the hand deeper under the trees. Away from the noise of the city and into the quiet dappled shade of a grassy bank hidden from the people filled path. 

He pinned me against the huge tree and kissed me again. His large hands sliding slowly down my body. 

His kisses always drove me to the edge of sanity. 

But there was a serious time concern.

I could feel how fucking hard he was beneath his clothes as we pushed into each other. 

His hands lifted my dress and found no joy against my tights. 

He didn't let that stop him as he pinched and twisted the delicate fabric to form a hole and sneak his fingers through. 

I know what he wanted. 

I know what I wanted. 

I wanted to taste him.

The grass beneath the tree was soft. He lay back as I knelt down.

His belt and trousers were already loose. I slipped my hand into his boxers and pulled him free. I could already feel the small drop of moisture on my fingertips and licked it off. 

Such a sweet, subtle musky taste.

He groaned.

His hands winding in my hair as I lowered my head to fill my mouth. He was solid and hot. I could have taken the whole afternoon and loved every minute but there was no time. I wanted to make him cum. 

He knew he needed to keep his wits about him but struggled to keep his eyes open as I quickened my pace and took him deeper and deeper into my throat. He was close, I could feel it as his body tightened.

He moaned quietly and let go of my hair. 

His hands frozen mid air as he began to lose control. 

I looked up at him. 

His eyes closed and his mouth open. 

I could never get enough of doing this to him. The man who called the shots was (very hard) putty in my hands. 

Then.

The bark of a dog very close made us both freeze. 

His eyes snapped open and we hurriedly stood up in unison. As he refastened his belt he looked around. 

We were suddenly very aware of the reality that our hidden spot wasn`t as hidden as we would have liked. 

We stood for a moment in silence. He was flushed and his breathing was shallow. 

I smiled at him. 

“Maybe that was for the best” I said. 

He laughed and smiled back. 

I only had a few minutes left of my “lunch”.

We straightened ourselves out. 

Smoothing shirts and dresses so we could return to our respective Tuesdays. 

As we strolled back towards the busy world he turned to me. 

“You owe me one” he whispered as he kissed my cheek and headed across the road and to the station. 

I walked up the hill toward my afternoon. 

Sitting in clinic with the hole in my tights and the taste of him in my mouth was such a wonderful way to remember my lunch break. 

After an hour I felt that familiar vibration of my phone in my pocket. 

“Drink? You must be parched. I will meet you after work x”