Once the adrenaline and panic of nearly being discovered faded, a tinge of anger crept in.

Not at Abby, but at the situation.

We were so close, but I guess it's a good thing we didn't get started on round two.

That would have been horrible, especially for Abby. I really should have tried to get her out. Get her to a more neutral location.

But damn, I couldn't help myself when it came to her. This insatiable need to be with her is so damn unexplainable. And I thought it was an amazing plan.

I was kinda angry with myself, too. Not for that day, but the past.

When we met, I spent so much time worrying about hurting others that I never really stopped to think about my own feelings.

If I had put myself or her first, Abby and I could have been together this whole time.

But who knows? If we had gotten together, maybe this unexplainable pull would have died long ago, especially if she lived with me day after day… 

She probably would have gotten tired of me quickly.

Maybe… the distance, secrets, and chasing are what keep the passion alive?

I don’t know. Those were just the random thoughts tromping around my hyperactive imagination.

I glanced at her hair tie and felt a bit more confident about our past. I knew, even with my poor choices, she still felt just as strongly about me as she always had. That would have to be enough. 

This was much more than random hookups and stolen moments.

“Oh my God, that was close,” was her next message an hour or so after I had left.

I chuckled reading that. It really was a close call, dangerously close. 

Thinking back, a friend actually did walk in on us once.

I had nearly forgotten about that.

I freaked out as he opened the door, but Abby seemed to maintain her composure. He never said anything to anybody that I knew of, he never even said anything to me about it after that… But this time had a totally different energy to it.

Maybe because the risks felt a lot higher now?

There was something extremely erotic about nearly getting caught, though.

A last-minute plan to have an intimate moment with Abby… nearly spontaneous. A lustful energy that consumed both of us, on our knees in her colorful fairy garden, exposed to anyone who could have walked into her backyard.

It was addictively powerful.

A week had gone by before Abby was able to send a message. 

During that week, my nervousness remained, constantly chewing away in the back of my mind, but her message finally put me at ease.

Zero mention of being found out.

It was actually the opposite. Abby told me they were all coming to my little tourist area for a few days.

A sly grin formed, and once again, my mind began to construct a plan. I just needed more details from her.

She let me know they'd be here for the weekend. They were going to some shows and shopping.

Little did Abby know, I was actually working at a big tourist-heavy outdoor mall, installing new wiring and network equipment in a suite smack dab in the middle of the mall.

They still had a few weeks before opening, and most of the crews were already done, leaving me there alone with the key.

Years ago, she was in town with her family at that same mall.

After seeing her message, I raced there for a quick stolen hug.

She made an excuse to get away for a few moments and met me near the parking lot. It was so exciting and dangerous for us.

I stood in the middle of the abandoned suite, holding my phone, looking around the mostly empty space.

Thin, white paper covered the windows. Rolls of leftover carpet and random tables were scattered around. Outside, I could hear muffled shoppers talking and soft ‘80s rock music playing over the mall speakers.

There would be no one here over the weekend. Heck, by 3:30 pm on Friday, everyone would be done and gone, except for me.

This could work… but how could I get her there?

Friday evening, Abby sent me a selfie. Her hair and makeup were done up beautifully, a tight shirt, showing off her breasts. She had a pouty expression. Behind her was a well-known restaurant in town.

She’s here, I thought as I grinned.

The last time she was here, it was something we'd planned together on an amazing Tuesday afternoon a couple of months ago. 

She showed me a side of her I'd never seen. It stayed with me, burned into my mind.

I believe that day is what reignited this fire within me.

There was an unrelenting tightness in my chest that only eased when I was near her. And so many restless nights, waking up with Abby on my mind. Not any particular dreams that I could remember, just her…

After seeing her message, I grabbed the kitchen trash, taking it to the bin outside. 

Clear of the house, I replied, “You're here!”

“We are… I've been thinking about you since we got here.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “What are your plans?” I didn't want to push too much, but I really needed to know if my idea would work.

I watched the three dots bounce, then her message came. “We're going to breakfast, shopping, then a comedy show tomorrow.”

I was thinking about what to say, how to guide her to the mall, when her next message came. 

“I'll be at the outdoor mall for a while tomorrow, if you can sneak away from home.” 

Perfect.

“Yes! Just let me know when.”

I thought about it for a second and sent another message, “Will you be able to get away for a bit this time… unlike last time?”

“I'll think of something. Miss you. Gotta go.”

I was really on edge that night. I felt I had it all worked out, but if something could go wrong, it usually did for me… for us.

I hoped it wouldn't misfire. 

My family knew I had to work Saturday at the new building. So they thought nothing about it when I headed out. 

I actually was going to do some work… until I heard from Abby, of course.

I had already packed for our romantic rendezvous on Friday night after our chat: a soft, padded blanket, my Bluetooth speaker, and an adjustable battery-powered camping lantern were all tucked away in my truck.

I even brought a couple of ice-cold bottles of water in my lunch cooler.

When I arrived at the mall, there were just a few morning power walkers making their rounds, enjoying the warm sun and free space. 

And as expected, no one was at the job site.

I went back to my truck, loaded my tools and romantic essentials on my cart, and rolled along the mostly vacant walkway. I unlocked the door and headed in.

It smelled like new construction in the suite, and I briefly thought about running down to the Bath Shop for some scented candles. 

I picked out a clean, clear spot near the windows. It had been freshly carpeted and was obscured from the door by a large counter, piled with various types of equipment and new shelving meant to handle the merchandise that would soon be moving in. 

If someone did come in, we’d at least have a little warning. But I really doubted seeing anyone over the weekend.

I spread out the soft, padded blanket and set my camping light up on a small stool someone left behind.

An idea entered my mind, and I went over to my tool bag and grabbed Abby's pink hair tie.

I placed it on the stool next to the little camping lantern, then moved over to the blanket, making sure she would be able to see it.

I turned on my speaker and connected my phone, keeping the volume low.

I had created a playlist of soft ‘70s and ‘80s rock music the night before and queued it up, keeping it paused until I needed it.

Feeling satisfied, I went back to the network closet and began working on my wiring job. Trying not to get dirty, terminating cables, labeling patch panels… Tech stuff.

The whole time, I was jittery as hell. My stomach felt twisted, and constantly checking my phone wasn't helping.

A couple of hours had passed when my phone finally vibrated.

I eagerly checked… sure enough, it was Abby!

She let me know they were finally heading to the mall.

“I'm here now and have a surprise for you, if you can escape.” I grinned at my message before sending it.

Then I watched, but no bouncing dots.

I breathed out my slight frustration and went back to my network rack.

Then her next message came.

“I'll let you know.”

Then she was gone again.

My concentration was failing, and I just didn't have it in me to concentrate on crimping the ethernet cables. I gave up on my wiring and walked to the front of the empty building.

I reached into my cooler, grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and cracked it open.

I sipped and observed the faint shadows of unaware people walking by the paper-covered storefront. I hadn't really noticed that before, and hoped they couldn't see in.

“She's out there somewhere,” I whispered to myself.

Abby finally sent another message. “We're by the sports shop, I'll break away soon.”

I set down my drink and peeked out the door. 

She was at the far end of the mall, and it was really getting busy with tourists.

I decided to go for a walk in her direction. It could be dangerous, but I needed to see her.

Locking the door, I slipped into the crowds of shoppers, trying to be as stealthy as possible. Side-stepping baby strollers, moving around leashed poodles. Like a horny receiver trying to get to the goalpost.

Continuously scanning the crowds, watching for her beautiful face, I wove through the crowds, gaining precious ground. I was getting closer. She was there… somewhere. I could feel her.

Thankfully, I'm taller than many people, giving me a slight advantage that Saturday morning.

Then… I saw her.

I breathed deep, trying to slow my pulse.

She was wearing a beautiful pink dress, the hem just above her knees. She had sunglasses on, and her thick dark hair was down, resting on her shoulders.

She looked happy and so lovely.

I assumed the guy she was with was her husband. I'd never met him, but I did feel a tinge of jealousy.

It looked like her daughter was with her. I hadn't seen her kids in about ten years and was amazed at how mature she looked.

There were a few other people with her that I didn't quite recognize. I briefly wondered if one of them was the woman who had interrupted us weeks ago.

Bitch, I thought to myself.

But they all blurred to me as I watched Abby. 

She had an elegant, hypnotic sway.

She strolled, not hurried, looking in some shop windows, entering others.

I followed her, keeping a careful distance.

I almost felt like a stalker. My emotions were getting the better of me. A wicked blend of nervousness and excitement flowed through my veins.

I pride myself on being in control, but that morning, I felt like something else was.

It was like I was on autopilot.

She bent over to pick up something she had dropped, and the back of her dress lifted slightly, exposing more of her thighs… my arousal became foremost on my mind, pushing my other random thoughts out. 

When Abby straightened, she glanced back and locked in on me. Her lips formed a sweet smile. 

She knew. She somehow always knows. 

Even with her sunglasses, I knew she was staring at me. 

I returned her smile. 

Abby turned back to her family and friends as they kept walking. 

I stayed back just a bit but kept my eyes on her. Close enough to catch every little glance over her shoulder, every little shift of her hips.

They eventually stopped at one of the touristy rides, a zip line going over the lake, and it looked like they were getting in line. It was really long, too.

This could take over an hour… easily.

Abby seemed to be talking to them, then she got out of line and turned in my direction.

I stood still, waiting… watching her draw closer.

With each step she made, my pulse quickened.

Her family was right there.

Just a few feet from me, she pulled her sunglasses off, and her eyes begged the question… Where?

I tilted my head in the direction I needed her to go, and she clearly understood.

She came within inches of me, brushed my hand with her own, and turned toward the empty shop. 

Her touch ignited my nerve endings, sending delightful shivers up my arm. 

I watched her walk away, staring at her backside for a moment before realizing I should take the lead.

I quickened my pace, expertly brushing her hand lightly with my fingers as I passed her. 

She whispered, “Tease,” as I moved ahead of her, catching a hint of her sweet-smelling perfume. 

I didn't move too far in front of her. I kept her within arm's reach, and as soon as we were out of sight of the ride, she came up beside me.

We didn't hold hands, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Not trying to draw attention to ourselves, we would lightly caress each other's arms or shoulders.

Stealing flirty glances at each other while making our way through the crowd, I felt a new surge of adrenaline.

It was intoxicating, just like Abby.

“Where are you taking me?” she begged.

“You'll see,” I said, finally taking her hand.

At last, we reached the paper-covered glass door. She looked back, making sure we weren't followed as I unlocked it.

I held it open, ushering her into our very public but secluded hideaway.

I locked the door behind us. 

As Abby looked around, I quickly pulled out my phone and started my carefully planned playlist.

She looked at me with a slightly confused expression.

“I told you I had a surprise,” I said while turning on the camping lantern. I dimmed the light for the romantic feel I was trying to create.

“No candles,” Abby giggled, understanding my plan laid out before her.

“Sorry,” I sarcastically replied.

She skimmed the abandoned space one more time and then looked back at me. I saw the look in her eyes.

I knew.

“Don't worry, we're safe. Nobody's gonna be back here till Monday.”

I gave her my best reassuring look and saw her discomfort melt away. 

“You did all this for me?” she asked, pointing to the soft, cozy blanket laid out in front of the window on the floor.

Stepping closer, I whispered, “Of course, Abby,” as I took her into my arms.

“I only have about an hour,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss me.

I was going to make the most of our stolen time.

Our lips touched, and I saw the fireworks exploding behind my closed eyes.

Her hands roamed over my body, down my arms, across my chest, like she was exploring me, relearning me.

My own hands traveled down her spine and cupped her ass, nearly lifting her off the floor as I pulled her into me.

Abby moaned into my mouth.

I could feel her body subtly trembling, mirroring my own.

As our tongues swirled around each other, I gathered up her dress around her waist. My hands gripped and squeezed her panty-covered ass.

We back-stepped toward the makeshift bed, never breaking the kiss.

Abby kicked off her sandals as she stepped onto the blanket. 

She began undoing my shorts as I tried to kick off my own shoes.

It wasn't very elegant, but I finally kicked them free as my shorts fell to the ground.

Her fingers began to rub over my straining erection through my boxers. My mind was all over the place, but one of the thoughts I settled on was whether I should pull her dress off or just lift it.

As if she heard my thoughts, Abby broke the kiss and lifted her dress, pulling it up over her head.

My breath quickened as I took her in. She wore a delicate white bra that did nothing to hide her straining nipples and matching white, lacy panties.

She dropped her dress and looked into my eyes. Except for the fact that she was standing there in her underwear in a soon-to-be busy shop, she had a shy and innocent look to her.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, and we simply stared at each other, but not for long.

We stepped toward each other, our bodies colliding, molding together.

We dropped to our knees, arms wrapped tightly, not wanting to let go.

Our lips slightly parted, our tongues explored.

I felt her chest rise and fall against mine.

The kiss paused as a shopper smacked into the paper-covered window, probably by accident, avoiding someone else.

While our lips were still touching, we both looked toward the window, then giggled as the person continued down the sidewalk.

With my arms behind Abby, I began easing her back, gently laying her down on the blanket. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I came to rest on top of her. 

Abby ran her fingers up and down my spine as I trailed my kisses along her cheek to her ear, then down her neck, working my way to her chest. 

I pulled her bra down slightly, freeing her breasts, and took a nipple into my mouth.

Abby softly moaned as I gently bit her erect nipple and ran my hand down her ribs, waist, then slid to her panty-covered mound.

Rubbing my fingers over her slit, through the lacy panties, she arched her back, grinding herself against me.

I think Abby was trying to keep quiet. Lying on the floor like we were, on that soft, fuzzy blanket, we could actually see a small space between the bottom of the paper and the top of the lower window sill. Just enough to see people’s shoes passing by, just a couple of feet from us.

I trailed little kisses from her breast, down her stomach. Moving lower. My fingers hooked the waistband of her delicate panties and slipped them out from beneath her ass, pulling them down her thighs and over her knees.

She finished the job by kicking her legs lightly, letting the panties fall to the side as she spread her legs, allowing me the access I craved.

When my lips touched her, she let a sustained “Mmmm” escape her.

She entwined her fingers in my hair as my tongue penetrated her delicate folds.

Her salty, sweet taste drove me crazy. I couldn't get enough of her.

Sliding my fingers into her as I swirled my tongue, she shivered, telling me that I had created the desired effect.

Abby hummed and moaned, tilting her pelvis, pushing against my lips.

She bent her knees, hooking her toes into the waist of my boxers, trying to drag them down my thighs.

Not removing my tongue from her delicious pussy, I helped her with my free hand, eventually kicking them off.

“I need you now,” she breathlessly exhaled.

I needed to be inside as much as she wanted me to.

Sliding up her body, I licked and kissed every part of her from her wet pussy to her lip-glossed lips.

Her mouth opened, tracing her tongue over my lips as I lined my cock up with her hot opening.

We were finally getting that second round we longed for a few weeks ago.

I sank fully, in one continuous, deep stroke.

Her lips pressed hard into mine when I bottomed out, our pelvises smashed together.

I swear I saw small flashes of light.

Abby’s legs wrapped around me, her hands pulled against my ass, keeping me locked in her as she arched, grinding against me.

Fittingly, “Feel Like Makin’ Love” played on my speaker. I broke the kiss, raising my head, staring into her gray eyes.

Abby, hearing the song, rolled her eyes, but returned them to mine. Her mouth opened, taking in a deep breath.

Her grip loosened, allowing me to take longer strokes as her eye contact deepened. Concentrating on the feelings my thrusts were creating.

We kept our eyes locked, as if we could hear each other's thoughts, feel each other's emotions. Longing, desire, pure lust were flowing through us.

I didn't want to rush it, but I couldn't keep her to myself all day, and I believed she felt the same.

I felt her squeezing around me, and her breath seemed to catch. Her fingers gripped me tighter.

Abby then pushed up against me, and I knew. 

We rolled over, closer to the window, closer to the passing faceless crowds.

She pulled her knees forward and sat upright, sinking down on me.

Her hands pressed into my chest as she ground herself into me, moving in slow back-and-forth motions.

I tried to match her rhythm, thrusting up at the right moment, eliciting delicate moans from her.

I saw the muscles in her thighs tighten, and she began squeezing my cock harder. I felt her spasms taking control.

“Anthony,” she cried out while pushing hard into me.

Then, she collapsed onto my chest; her breathing was erratic.

As she caught her breath, I brushed her hair over her ear. “Are you okay?” I teased.

“I'm… wanting more.”

I was so close myself. So close it nearly hurt, a throbbing ache in my gut that needed to be resolved.

I slithered out from underneath her, leaving her lying on her tummy, then moved in behind her.

She spread her legs and arched her back, giving me the view I craved.

I took hold of my erection and teased her ass and pussy, causing her to wiggle beneath me.

My gaze was fixated between her legs as I pushed back into her hot pussy.

Over the smell of fresh construction, I smelled her. Her perfume and her arousal. I was obsessed with it.

I sank quickly, deeply into her. She moaned out again and again with each thrust.

I savored the feeling of her gripping me, the ridges within her.

Abby turned her head toward the small gap between the paper and the windowsill. She was gripping the blanket in her fists. 

She pushed back against me, causing me to thrust harder.

The sounds of voices through the glass, her moans, and the squishy sounds of sex sparked the tingling within me.

She knew.

“Yes,” she encouraged. “Cum in my pussy.” 

It erupted.

Jet after jet of built-up passion released. I growled deeply as I shoved into her hard.

Abby shuddered again as she tightened around me.

It was powerful, maybe the most powerful orgasm I've experienced.

I gently settled over her, still warmly nestled inside her. 

Shivers ran throughout my body as I kissed her shoulder, the back of her neck.

“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she praised.

We lay there for a short time, looking at the feet of strangers, until someone pressed their face against the window.

“What store is going in here?” the scratchy woman's voice questioned.

Both of us held our breath until the woman walked away, then we laughed quietly.

I rolled off Abby, lying on my back next to her. She rested her head on my chest, tracing her fingers down my stomach to my softening cock. She gently ran her finger up and down my length, tickling me.

“We need to do this more often,” she said.

I couldn't agree more with her statement. 

“Yes, we do.”

“You know, I was going to let you fuck my ass,” she teased.

I knew she was just teasing, but still… 

“Damn it,” I half-heartedly joked.

I wanted to say so much more, but if you've read any of my stories about Abby, you already know.

It's complex, beautiful, and dangerous. Often surprising, never regrettable.

She lifted her head and brought her lips to mine. We kissed, slowly, holding each other for a while before her phone dinged. 

Abby reached over to her phone lying by her dress and checked the message.

I wanted to look, but didn't. I just kept my eyes on hers.

“They're next in line,” she offered.

“Oh, we don't have much time,” I said.

Abby stood and gathered her clothes.

“Um, you're running down my leg,” she giggled, looking down at her smooth thighs.

I choked out a little laugh myself. “There's a restroom back there,” I pointed.

I sat up and watched her naked ass sway as she headed back.

I stopped the music on my phone and got dressed myself. The whole time, my grin never left my face.

My pulse finally evened a bit, and I took another sip of my soda.

I picked up and folded our makeshift bed, placing it on my tool cart as Abby walked back toward me.

She looked as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so. The afterglow of nearly public sex fit her well.

Abby walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my back, resting her head against my chest.

“Your heart is pounding,” she stated.

“It's what you do to me, Abby.”

She looked at me, and we kissed one more time.

When she pulled back, I saw the blush in her cheeks as she stared into my eyes.

I love the feeling I get when she looks at me like that. I feel like we know each other's thoughts when we're together.

“I need to get back,” she softly said as she released me.

“I know.”

I opened my cooler and offered her a cold water, which she took.

“Maybe I can escape tomorrow,” she teased.

“Maybe?” I questioned. “Don't get my hopes up.”

I unlocked the door and opened it just enough to peek out.

I didn't see anyone I knew, then opened it fully for Abby. We both slipped out the door, and I relocked it behind us.

We actually held hands as we navigated through the shoppers. But I didn't really pay attention to them; it was just Abby and me, strolling along a sidewalk, enjoying each other's company on a bright, sunny day.

Eventually, we neared the ride. Abby leaned up, giving me a final peck on the lips.

“I'll send you a message,” she whispered, then disappeared around the corner.

I stepped back, blending into the crowd, and made my way to the far side of the walkway. Eventually, I ducked into the hot dog shop, ordering a quick snack as I kept glancing through the window.

I could see her standing at the ride exit, waiting for her family.

Occasionally, she would glance back in my direction, but I'm not sure she could see me.

My nerves flared a bit when they approached her. It looked like they were excited and laughing, so I felt more at ease.

They started heading back into the main corridor, then disappeared from my view.

I grabbed my order and made my way toward the suite, scanning the crowd constantly.

I reached the door and unlocked it, but then a thought occurred to me.

Damn it, I forgot her pink hair tie.

I get so wrapped up in Abby that sometimes things slip my mind.

It will have to wait till next time.

I began to pull the door open, but then I felt her.

I looked behind me and caught her eyes.

Abby smiled across the sea of people, then slipped on her sunglasses and mouthed the words, “I love you.”