<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=discovering%20cravings">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="85187477" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Hey,” Drew said as he appeared at the edge of the booth.</p><p>Isabelle smiled and slid over. “Hey,” she replied. “It’s good to see you.”</p><p>Drew sat down and moved closer. Isabelle’s body came alive with desire. Her heart pounded and again she experienced a wonderful, surprising kind of tingle between her legs.</p><p>“You look beautiful,” Drew said.</p><p>Isabelle responded by kissing him. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t contain her desire. She pressed her lips against his and reached out to caress his thigh. She made her intention known and Drew welcomed it. His lips parted and his tongue slipped into her mouth as Isabelle moved her fingers towards his crotch. She wasn’t going to stroke his cock mere moments after he sat down, but she didn’t mind teasing him with the idea that she would.</p><p>“Wow,” Drew said as the kiss ended. “It’s really good to see you.”</p><p>“Hey there,” the waitress said before flashing a bright smile. “Can I get you two anything?”</p><p>“Yes,” Drew replied. “I would love a beer. I’m not picky, though. Whatever you have on tap is fine.”</p><p>“And for you?” the waitress asked.</p><p>Isabelle leaned into Drew and her hand found its way to his thigh once more as she said, “I would love a martini.”</p><p>“I’ll have those for you shortly,” the waitress said before turning and striding towards the next table.</p><p>Isabelle reached up and directed Drew’s mouth back to hers for another kiss as a wild sort of hunger overtook her. Their lips parted once more. Their tongues danced again. This time Isabelle leaned against the back wall and pulled Drew with her.</p><p>“I don’t want to come off as desperate, but I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Isabelle said. “I can’t help it.”</p><p>Drew smiled and his hand worked its way up the outside of her leg and under her sweater. He teased the soft, warm flesh just above her waist and said, “Me too. There was just something about that kiss in the parking lot. I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”</p><p>They kissed again as Drew’s fingers moved over Isabelle’s skin. When they traveled north she moaned into his mouth, signaling her willingness to be touched in the direction he was heading.</p><p>When Drew’s hand reached her breast Isabelle sucked on his tongue. It happened instinctively and she went with it. She let her body guide her into what felt like entirely new territory. After all, a man she wasn’t married to was rolling her nipple between his fingers and doing so in a bar while her husband watched.</p><p>“I want you, Isabelle,” Drew said as he moved his fingers to her other breast and deftly massaged her eager flesh in a manner that left her brain foggy with desire.</p><p>“I want you too,” she replied. It wasn’t until that moment that Isabelle realized just how badly she wanted Drew. It seemed that seeing him, kissing him, and being touched by him again had unleashed a deep-seated desire that had grown in the week since they’d met.</p><p>Isabelle knew she couldn’t have sex with Drew. It was too fast. She hadn’t talked about it with Nathan, so despite her body’s obvious desire for the new man in her life, Isabelle had to wait.</p><p>“I can’t go there this quickly, though,” Isabelle added. “Would you be willing to settle for a little less than having all of me?”</p><p>“Of course,” Drew said. “I’d be okay if we spent the night doing little more than drinking and kissing.”</p><p>Isabelle smiled. “I think my breasts would be sad if that’s all we did. After all, you’re quite good with your fingers.”</p><p>She didn’t give Drew a chance to respond. Instead, Isabelle kissed him again. Drew’s fingers went to work and she marveled at how spectacularly good it felt to have him playing with her breasts. She couldn’t tell if he was better than Nathan or if it was simply the thrill of having another man touch her, but it felt spectacularly good.</p><p>They were still kissing when the waitress brought their drinks over. Drew pulled back and sat up straight as Isabelle couldn’t quite make eye contact with the young lady as she placed a martini in front of her.</p><p>“Sorry about that,” Isabelle said.</p><p>“Don’t be,” the waitress replied. “Trust me, I’ve seen a lot worse. I mean, a lot worse. Why do think the lighting is so dark in here?” She laughed. “You two have fun.”</p><p>Drew grabbed his glass of beer and laughed. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so desperate to be with someone.”</p><p>Isabelle couldn’t resist letting her hand wander under the table and between his legs. She found his cock immediately. It had grown down one side of his pants and he was wonderfully erect. It felt so long and thick and she couldn’t help but think of Nathan and how much he would enjoy her fucking someone with a bigger cock.</p><p>For just a moment Isabelle considered the feasibility of crawling under the table and giving Drew a blowjob. She couldn’t shake her desire to see his cock, to have her fingers around it, and to give Drew the kind of pleasure that would make him want to come back to her.</p><p>Isabelle dismissed the notion – she wasn’t going to give a blowjob in a bar – but the fact that she thought about it and that the idea of getting caught and thrown out was what really deterred her only confirmed that she was subject to an overwhelming kind of desire for a man she’d just met a week ago. There was no doubt her desire was also fueled by Nathan’s interest in her being with another man, but it was still surprisingly intense.</p><p>“How about a toast?” Drew suggested as Isabelle removed her fingers from the bulge between his legs.</p><p>“What should we toast to?” she asked.</p><p>Drew took a moment to consider before lifting his glass and saying, “A toast to the magic of finding someone that you desire with all of your being.”</p><p>Isabelle smiled. It was a little cheesy, but their attraction did feel a little bit magical. They barely knew each other and yet her body was practically screaming for Isabelle to drag Drew into the bathroom or out to her car so she could have him inside her. It took every bit of strength she had to resist doing that very thing.</p><p>They drank to Drew’s toast and Isabelle took a long sip of her exceptionally well-made, strong martini before gently placing her glass on the table and kissing him again.</p><p>It was such a simple thing, but the sense of pure, unbridled joy she felt at kissing Drew was irresistible. Isabelle would have been happy kissing and fooling around with him all night long. Every touch was electric. Every second their lips were pressed together was like a second in their own personal Heaven.</p><p>It wasn’t until Drew’s fingers made their way between her legs to press against her pussy through the layers of denim and lace that Isabelle knew she needed him to make her cum. The moment she felt even a little bit of pressure against her clit it was like her loins came alive in an entirely unexpected way. What had been desire transformed into need. It would no longer suffice to fool around with Drew. She needed to climax, and while she could have dismissed her date and let her husband provide the orgasm, Isabelle wanted the best version. She wanted Drew to provide it.</p><p>She held off until they’d finished their drinks. Once Drew’s glass was empty Isabelle said, “What do you say we fool around somewhere a little more private?”</p><p>Drew pulled out his wallet, dropped some cash on the table, and rushed out of the booth. He took a moment to adjust his pants so his erection wasn’t quite as noticeable and then offered his hand.</p><p>Isabelle took it and they hurriedly walked towards the exit. She assumed Nathan would follow and do his best to stay out of sight, though she didn’t look back to check and it wasn’t possible to send him a quick text.</p><p>“I drove here,” he said. “My car has a roomy backseat.”</p><p>“That’s perfect,” Isabelle said.</p><p>Drew picked up the pace as Isabelle resisted the urge to break into a full sprint to get to his car. He pulled out his keys and pushed a button and the back lights of an SUV lit up. Drew opened the back door and gestured for Isabelle to get in.</p><p>She did so without hesitation. Drew had guessed correctly that she didn’t want to go back to his place. Getting into the backseat meant he was more than happy to fool around in the parking lot.</p><p>They were kissing again the moment the door shut. His hand moved under her sweater and his fingers found her nipples. Isabelle moaned into his mouth as Drew once again proved his skill at foreplay. Her loins came alive with a tingly, delightful form of desire. Her heart pounded as lust coursed through her body.</p><p>Isabelle reached between Drew’s legs and unzipped his pants. Her fingers ventured inside and into his briefs. She felt the thick, stiff flesh of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and worked him out of his pants. She stroked his impressive length and felt her desire reach an unprecedented level.</p><p>“Sit back,” Isabelle said. “Against the door.”</p><p>Drew leaned against the door and Isabelle pushed his legs open. She moved between them and took a moment to stroke his cock as she studied it. He looked even bigger than she’d expected. The head was plump and perfectly smooth and he was thick enough that she was quite certain she wouldn’t be able to fit much of him in her mouth.</p><p>That didn’t stop her from trying, though. Isabelle wrapped her lips around the head of Drew’s cock and ran her tongue over the underside. His moans filled the car as she looked up to see his eyes closed and his mouth agape.</p><p>“Fuck, Isabelle, that feels incredible,” he said.</p><p>She moaned around his cock and offered all the pleasure she could muster. She was going to make Drew cum. She wasn’t sure if it was her mouth or her hand that would provide the orgasm, but she’d determined that he was going to cum. She only hoped he would be willing to return the favor.</p><p>His cock slipped from between her lips with an audible pop as Isabelle stroked him. “Your cock is perfect,” she said. “It tastes good too.”</p><p>Drew opened his mouth to say something but Isabelle cut him off by taking him into her mouth once more. She sucked and stroked and she would have played with his balls if she’d bothered to take his pants off first.</p><p>“Isabelle, I’m close,” Drew said. “This feels so fucking good that I’m close.”</p><p>Isabelle knew she’d cum quickly too, so if Drew’s desire was anything like hers it was no surprise he was on the brink of cumming in her mouth.</p><p>“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Drew said.</p><p>He reached up and pressed his hands against the roof as the head of his cock swelled in Isabelle’s mouth. A moment later a flood of cum hit her tongue. She sealed her lips around his flesh and took everything he offered. After the last pulse Isabelle pulled her lips from his cock and swallowed. She smiled and Drew offered a hazy, joyful look.</p><p>“That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long, long time,” he said. “And, if you’re willing, I’d very much like to return the favor.”</p><p>Isabelle leaned against the door on her side of the car, unbuttoned her pants, and worked them off. She dropped them onto the floor and smiled. Drew took the hint and moved between her legs. He pulled aside her panties and ran his fingers over her pussy lips.</p><p>“You’re soaked,” he said before slipping two fingers inside her.</p><p>“I really, really like fooling around with you,” she said. “And it turns out that making you cum was quite the turn on.”</p><p>Drew smiled before turning his attention to her pussy. He pressed his lips against her flesh and extended his tongue and a moment later Isabelle felt an explosion of pleasure as he licked her clit.</p><p>She arched her back and moaned and in that moment she saw Nathan watching from the parking lot. He was far enough away that he probably couldn’t see what was happening, which meant all he knew was that his wife was fooling around with another man in his car.</p><p>Fortunately for him, Isabelle would have one hell of a story to tell her husband after she’d had her orgasm.</p>