New ride leads to fun time
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‘What shall we do now?’
Christine was a fairly new employee at my workplace. Outgoing, with a very friendly toothpaste smile. Short hair, zaftig but w/ a sexy ass that was fun to watch when she walked past and tits that stretched her tops out to their limit. Dark skinned African-American girl, mid-20’s and a pleasure to speak to if you were lucky enough to be near when she stepped outside the Laboratory for a smoke.
Other than saying hello to be friendly, mentioning my name and what I did at our employers, I hadn’t really spoken to her in depth or gotten to know her, other than her name and few details of her life before joining our little salt mine. Before long, she would be rotated out of the area to a new assignment, standard procedure for new hires.
So I was rather pleasantly surprised when she entered my shop area one evening close to Midnight. Figuring she just wanted a light, I reached for my matches but instead she asked if the dark-blue car she’d seen my drive off in the parking lot one night was mine.
Christine was all toothy-grin, standing inches from me as I sat in my swivel-chair, her thigh brushing my knee from time to time as she swiveled her hips and waited for me to find my voice. I said yes, that was my car. I’d worked a fair amount of overtime early in the year during the Winter, when so many seemed to want to begin their vacations right away, and saved enough to buy something nice for myself and have plenty left over. It’d been years since I’d treated myself to a car with some ‘giddy-up’ and I was enjoying it.
She asked if I’d take her for a ride in it sometime. I went over the Moon, Christine was quite an attractive woman, and I’d imagined she was married with c***dren, considering her good looks and extraverted demeanor. I said I’d be too happy to.
Taking a risk, I offered to take her for one right after work. ‘We could stop and have a waffle at Denny’s,’ I k**ded. Christine asked where I lived, which turned out to be opposite from her side of town. ‘I could take you straight home, afterwards.’
‘You don’t want to take me to your home?’ She gave me a mock-disappointed look. Trying my best to play it cool, I chuckled and said ‘Oh, no I’d be happy to show you my place, sexy.’ She laughed, asked if it was true I thought she was sexy.
‘Always.’ True enough, she was noticeably pretty. This pleased Christine, and we made arrangements to meet and walk to the lot together. Good, I thought. We’ll make folks jealous. She left, sashaying out the shop with my eyes glued to her full behind.
Christine seemed excited, gliding into the leather passenger seat. I hopped in, showed her some of the nice features, such as the sliding Sunroof that went back at the click of a button. On a nice Spring night, it was a nice extra to have. We glided along the early morning highway, zipping past slower drivers in no hurry to get anywhere at that hour.
We chatted about our current situations, I was happily single, she was happily divorced for three months, not looking for another Mr. Right anytime soon. Speeding up from time to time to get a rise from her seemed to get her even more in a talking mood. She mentioned I’d always seemed nice, but quiet. I told her I preferred being quiet unless I’d something to say. Or was with the right person. ‘Am I the right person?’ ‘Well, you’re a hot person, you get my drift.’
‘You think I’m hot?’ Giggling, she was enjoying this as much as I was. ‘Hot in the face, hot body, hot behind. I like a woman with a hot face and sexy behind.’ Her hands flew up to her face, laughing. She slapped at my shoulder, smacked my leg. ‘Hey, no messing with the driver.’ I squeezed her thigh gently, feeling frisky as a teenager. I told Christine when we reached my place, I’d give her a quick tour, then we could watch porn or something. This really got her snickering. ‘Okay, hon. You driving, it’s your show.’
I wasn’t in any hurry for that ride to end, but on the other hand…yeah, I was. Couldn’t get home quick enough, but we reached my loft’s parking lot and I e****ted Christine to my front door and inside. My place at the time was small, but efficient and plenty of space in the Living Room where I’d situated her on the couch after showing around a bit, glass of dark red wine at her elbow.
She took a sip, smacked her lips and set her glass down on the end table. Seated next to her, electricity was running up and down my body, like red-hot ants under my skin. My chest felt about to crack open, sitting so near this shapely mama.
Turning her head, she looked at me with those bright, black eyes and asked ‘What shall we do now?’
Pausing for a few seconds, biting my lip in anticipation. The moment I’d hoped would appear had arrived, but now to see how she’d react. ‘Remember when I mentioned porn movies in the car?’ ‘Yeah, I remember’ she chuckled.
Standing up before her, I clasped her knees between my legs. ‘I thought we’d make our own.’ Unbuckling my belt slowly so there’d be no confusion as to what was going to happen, I unzipped and let my jeans down to free my erection. The same one that had been straining for a release for most of the evening. I’d lost it once before in the car, it was in full-tilt boogie mode, now.
Christine’s hands went to her dark-red blushed cheeks. Her lips formed an ‘O’ but quickly her teeth were shining at me again in a mega-watt smile. Apparently I’d left her speechless for the first time. Nodding my head as if to say ‘Hell, yeah this is happening!’ I took hold of Christine’s head and guided it towards my dick. ‘Suck it, Christine. I want to feel your mouth on me.’
I couldn’t wait. Taking hold of my shaft from the balls’ end, I rubbed my cockhead all over her wide, grinning lips. Pushing the head in just a bit to rub her sparkling front teeth with the bulb, gently prying both of her lips up and down. Christine closed her eyes, began sucking on my tip with those marvelous lips of hers, making smacking-wet sounds. I could feel her tongue poking at the slit of my cock, as my legs rocked towards her and began to feel like gelatin about to melt. Give me strength, somebody.
‘Hold up a second.’ Stepping back, I took her hands in mine and lifted her up to take us to the middle of the carpet. Cupping her generous breasts in my hands, I leaned in and whispered that I wanted her on her knees. ‘Like a good little girl,’ I intoned, reaching around to grasp some of Christine’s full, soft ass.
She whooped it up, playfully slapping at my chest but settled down onto her knees as told, looking up at me as I brushed her short, straight hair on top her head with my fingers. Christine put her palms on my thighs, then angled herself up to take my balls in her mouth, sucking on each and licking the sac from underneath to my penis shaft. When she let them go for a moment, I stroked my cock all over her chin and lips, relishing the sight. She was groaning, as if from some task that required effort.
Grabbing my legs with both arms, Christine snaked a few fingers up towards my ass and tickled my anus as her mouth engulfed my stiff prick. I began to thrust in hard, short strokes into her mouth, her lips enveloped and held me as I felt myself about to let go.
‘Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Ah! Ah! Mmm, taste my cream, Christine! Taste my hot jizz!’ Her eyes widened for a moment, then closed as her lips held me in their grasp as streams of cum erupted from me. Ever since the New Year turned over, I’d been paying better attention to my hydration, drinking lots of water and avoiding caffeine. That diligence was paying off, now. I shot five loads into her eager mouth before Christine felt the need to pull away, two more dribbled over her mouth and chin before I was spent.
‘Show me that cum, you nasty girl!’ Christine obliged, opening her mouth and offering her semen-dampened tongue for inspection, which she used to curl and run back-and-forth over her upper lip before finishing with flourishing licks of her lower one.
‘Good girl! I’m proud of you.’ I was still feeling shaky, but managed to lift her up for a grateful hug. I’d had my share of memorable encounters in the past, but it’d been too long since the last, and this was unexpected. Must be a ‘getting older’ thing.
We embraced, I kissed her lips and cheeks several times. Then I said ‘Let’s get you naked! I want to show you the bedroom, now.’ Christine spun around, leading the way with ticklish laughter and a finger from her left hand snaking under my chin. Once inside my bedroom, I shut the door (no reason to, just felt ‘naughty’ to do so) and stripped Christine’s loose clothing off, revealing a full torso (38-D’s up top, wow) and shapely runner’s legs. I massaged my coming-back-to-life penis over her rosebud nipples and silver-dollar sized areolas as I stood at the bed’s edge, deciding how to proceed next. ‘Kiss me there, please?’ She did, slow and lingering, bliss.
Since my frame is thin despite being 190 lbs. and Christine was 5′ 9′ and thick-bodied, I decided ‘girl-on-top’ wouldn’t be a good option, although it’s a favorite. I humped her pussy doggie-style for awhile, breathing hard into her ear while I milked her large breasts from underneath and felt her dewy perspiration on me as my pelvis ground into her upper thighs and buttocks. Soon I had her lie down as I rolled atop to begin a steady rhythm of fucking, steadying myself with one hand on the bedframe and the other arm yowling from supporting my weight on the mattress. Ain’t got time for pain, take the pain, arm!
Soft gasps were issuing from Christine’s mouth as I continued on, I flicked my tongue on her lips and she responded by darting her tongue-tip in a duel with mine. I was getting close again, putting my hands underneath slippery ass and lower back to hold myself in one position as she lifted her legs higher and together, Christine squealed as I soaked the inside of her sex organ with the last of the ball-juice I had to offer. Still I kept making quick, stabbing thrusts with my pork-sword, I wanted the feeling to last a lifetime.
Christine cooed softly as I lay next to her, spent and gently brushing her clitoris and labia with my fingers, dipping them into her vagina up to the knuckles and stirring her honeypot’s contents, our warm orgasms. We curled up under the sheets and slept for hours, no need to get up as we both had finished work for the week as it happened, despite our working different hours.
We had a nice relationship the rest of that year, even when she moved to her new area. She’d visit me in my shop from time to time. Mostly we’d talk, gossip, and flirt. A few times, I’d hop us into the shop pick-up truck, take her for a ride to the far, back reaches of the company property where there was a ‘nature walk’ jogging path around an old pond. In the cool evening, we’d find a secluded spot in the wood patches and enjoy a nice, relaxing screw, or I’d park and enjoy her cherubic face being stuffed with my penis.
All good things eventually end. Christine was blind-dated to someone of husband material she took a shine to during Christmas break at the end of the year. And that was the end of our frolics, though not our friendliness. Lucky guy to enjoy that gal on a regular basis, hear that laugh, enjoy that smile, gawp at those huge tits, it was all good when it came to Christine. Especially when I came. =)
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