Free The Scarlet Letter Scandal by Mary T. McCarthy

thought . So sexy. She felt a tingling sensation as she walked toward him, the night air whisking through her thin nightgown and between her legs.
    “Are you going to be warm enough in… that?” he asked.
    “I brought a sweatshirt,” she said, motioning toward the bag. He lifted the bag from her shoulders to carry it for her and smiled.
    “Pretty heavy for a sweatshirt,” he said.
    “Well, I didn’t want us to get thirsty,” she responded, and she took his hand. The perfect distraction . It was exactly how she considered her fling with the handsome waterman, who was younger than her by about a decade or so. Exactly what she needed after living through a divorce and the death of her mother over the past year. She pushed aside thoughts of her long-time lover, Charles the chef, in New York. He was a world away.
    “You look great,” he said, leading her down the quiet road toward the fishing pier.
    She gave him a funny look. “In the middle of the night?” she asked.
    “Any time,” he said. Her tote bag over one shoulder, he placed his other arm around her, drawing her close against the summer bay breeze.
    Nathan wasn’t much of a talker, so she appreciated his simple sentiment. There had been no “I love yous” or any drama; theirs was a very easy relationship based on physical connection and a shared desire to push away the ever-creeping feeling of loneliness. Nathan had been married years before, no children, and was divorced. His life on the water was solitary. He appreciated her company as much as she did his.
    They walked in silence, catching glances of the moonlight reflecting on the water between the cottages that dotted the shoreline as they made their way toward the long pier that jutted out into the small cove between the river and the bay.
    At the end of the pier, Nathan asked if she wanted her sweatshirt.
    She put her hand out as if she did. He handed her the sweatshirt and she laid it out at the edge of the dock and placed the bag down on top of it. He motioned as though to remove the bottle of wine and open it. But she interrupted him by taking his face in her hands and kissing him full on the mouth. They kissed for a short time, quickly becoming hungry for one another.
    He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her to him. He returned her kiss with passion and a quiet sigh. He turned her slightly so she was facing him and her lower back rested against one of the pier’s wooden pilings; this way he could press his arousal toward her. The thin nightgown she was wearing was very clearly driving him wild. He brushed his hands across her pert nipples, gently molding them into peaks.
    She throbbed for him. Her breasts leaned in to his touch, her hips jutted forward to feel his hardness pressing intensely against her. She’d known she wanted him when she first saw him in the country store, and she’d continued wanting him ever since. Her hands found the stiff outline in his jeans and she decisively pressed her thumb along its ridge. He moaned softly. She grabbed his perfect ass with her other hand, squeezing it to bring him closer to her.
    Their mouths explored one another’s. For a moment, she wondered if anyone from the shoreline houses would be able to see them, but the pure darkness, interrupted only by the reflection of the moon on the water in front of them, provided cover and she really didn’t care that much anyway.
    Nathan slipped one hand beneath her nightgown, finding her pantiless, wet, and ready for his exploration, while the other hand remained on her breast, twisting it gently as he reached his head down to take it into his mouth.
    Eva unzipped his jeans, wrapping her hands around his throbbing dick and easing it out of the fly. She softly caressed him, then with more urgency as he thrust toward her. She didn’t want splinters on her knees, so though it meant letting his hand fall away from her, she squatted down, taking him into her mouth. One hand