The response to the previous chapters has been overwhelming. It is clear that there is a tremendous need for this genre of erotica in the Frum community. While there are relatively few upvotes, the story has received thousands of views, and I obviously understand why so many of you are afraid to upvote publicly. Thank you to those of you who have read, commented, and liked my previous posts, it was heartwarming to receive DMs from so many of you encouraging me to continue posting.

Again the story is loosely based on true events, and as I did before I ran it through AI to polish it up for readability.

Chapter 3: The Rendezvous

The days leading up to Thursday were filled with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. Each text with Sarah was like a spark that fueled the fire, escalating our flirtation to heights I hadn't dared to explore before. The anticipation of our meeting was palpable, like a forbidden fruit dangling just within reach.

On Thursday evening, as the sun set, casting long shadows and bathing the city in a golden hue, I found myself outside a small, discreet restaurant known for its privacy and its non-kosher menu. It was an out-of-the-way place, perfect for our clandestine meeting.

I walked in, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Sarah was already there, seated at a corner table, her shaitel now replaced with her natural blonde, silky hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing an outfit that was modest yet hinted at the curves beneath. Her face lit up with a smile that made my knees weak.

"Sol," she greeted, her voice soft, almost a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the bubble we were creating.

"Sarah," I replied, taking a seat opposite her. The air between us was electric, and as I got comfortable, our legs touched briefly beneath the table. She smiled seductively, slipped off her shoe, and then rested her foot between my legs, playing with my hard cock hidden from view by the long tablecloth. I grabbed her toes, guiding her movements for a few moments while we looked into each other's eyes, trying hard not to give away what was happening under the table. Suddenly, I saw the waiter approaching, and sadly, we had to stop.

We ordered our meals – grilled fish for both of us, ironically trying to maintain the appearance of it being kosher, yet here we were, bending the rules we lived by. The conversation started with mundane topics, but soon we ventured into more personal territory, sharing dreams, fears, and the unspoken parts of our lives.

The meal passed in a blur, each moment drawing us closer, not just physically but emotionally. As the plates were cleared, I gently placed my hand over hers on the table.

"Would you like to go somewhere more... private?" I asked, as I could see her eyes sparkling with desire.

She nodded enthusiastically, and that sealed it for us. We left, her hand briefly in mine, a stolen moment of intimacy as we made our way to my car parked in the back lot, not very visible to passersby. As soon as we got in, she leaned across the seats, and we started making out furiously, panting and moaning as we kissed deeply and ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, desperate for more. I broke away just long enough to suggest we go to the back seat. I got out of the car while she jumped through the seats to the back. I got back in and moved the driver's seat as far forward as it would go. She quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my now rock-hard cock, and started licking it softly all around before sucking on it. I grabbed her blond hair and guided her while she bobbed her head up and down. The pleasure began building, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. As a gentleman, I told her that if she continued, I was going to cum, and asked if she was okay with that. She sucked even harder, and I heard her try to say “mmmhmhm.” I immediately began cumming, pumping stream after stream deep into her throat. She swallowed most, with a bit dribbling down her lips as she sat up, a huge smile on her face. She looked into my eyes, slowly licked her lips, and slurped the rest into her mouth before quickly swallowing.

I was so turned on that I immediately got hard again. I started rubbing her pussy through her panties, which were sopping wet, as she panted with desire. She quickly hiked up her skirt, slid her panties to the side, and straddled me. For the very first time, she slipped my hard cock deep into her soaking wetness, and somewhere deep inside my soul, I knew we were now committing Aishes Ish, which fueled my desire to an entirely new level. Warmth enveloped me as angels sang and fireworks filled my mind. There was no romance here; it was raw, carnal, pure desperation, the need for us to just be animals as she rode my cock. She began cumming, and I could feel her velvety pussy pulsating on my cock as she looked into my eyes in desperation for more. I couldn’t hold back and spurted rope after rope deep inside her, painting her womb with the seed of my aveiroh.

I held her tight as her orgasm rolled through her again and again, then more gently, and finally, after a few minutes, our heart rates began to return to normal.

She gently kissed me as I slipped out of her. There was no regret, just euphoria and companionship.

We tidied up, and she went to her car. I watched her drive away, knowing that there was no question we would meet again.