Terry's reaction was better than any Patti could've hoped for, yet she scarcely had time to even think about it.  His rough spring to action set the woman toppling backward, her lithe frame striking his car's hood with a loud noise which made her cringe.  Nothing about it hurt.  In fact the surprise momentum followed by his weight quickly bearing down upon her had Patti Lynd grinning.  Even then nimble fingertips were quick to rise, working at each button in the man's shirt from bottom to top.  With the last one her hands were quick and deft, splitting the fabric before briefly latching onto his tie.  She'd pull it free as well, and then slide the shirt eagerly down his arms whilst taking in a deep, heavy breath of his scent.  The musk of his cologne mixed with a sweetly jasmine-spiked vanilla body spray upon her skin to create an aroma quite characteristic of sex.  Finally they were alone; a fact which she'd never admit to her husband was deeply exciting to Patti.