BMW and Ginger: Riding in Style
I'm grateful to neuroparenthetical for their thoughtful review and editing of this story. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I did while writing it. This tale draws partially on reality, with some additional flair.
As I parked my vehicle, a man exited the BMW I was planning to purchase. For a moment, I feared my luck had run out and considered returning to my Ford Mondeo and heading home. But then I observed the man switching the price board on the car's dashboard. My luck was still with me, thank goodness.
Then I spotted her, emerging from the driver's side. It was her vibrant red hair that initially caught my attention. As I'm particularly fond of redheads, it's fair to say this hasn't always served me well - having dated a few in my time, their fiery nature is well-earned. This specific redhead was curvaceous, with a well-toned physique accentuated by dark jeans and an emerald green, short-sleeved top that showed off her not-overly-endowed bust. It's difficult to decipher her age, but she was older than my 25 years - though that didn't matter, as her beauty knows no age.
She shut the door and said something to the salesman, who approached her from near the car. She shook his hand and proceeded across the lot, her hair swaying in the gentle breeze. She glanced at me as she approached what I presumed was her car, and all I could do was smile at her captivating presence.
I remembered my reason for being there and joined the salesman, peppering him with inquiries on the BMW, including whether I could test-drive it. He seemed to morph from a sense of disappointment to one of possibility, having failed to sell the car at least once that day. He led me towards the car, gleaming on the showroom floor, and spoke enthusiastically about its features. I'd already done my research, but I needed to experience the car's performance.
My delight increased upon finding that it was a manual transmission. I settled into the driver's seat as the salesman stepped to the passenger side. We embarked on a brief excursion, and as we drove, he extolled the vehicle's virtues. I maintained a serious expression, occasionally frowning to conceal my pleasure. When we returned to the lot, I mentioned a few issues I detected, such as the faint knocking I felt through the steering. While significant, it had been subtle. It was all part of the game.
By mere coincidence, while looking back at the seat, I discovered an emerald green and gold stud earring in one of the gaps next to it. The stone resembled a teardrop, suspended in a net of gold wire. It could only belong to her. I swiftly stowed it in my pocket before the salesman caught a glimpse of what I had picked up. As he approached my side of the car, I mimicked preparedness to leave. Sensing time was running out, he inquired whether I had an interest in purchasing the vehicle. I replied that I'd only buy the BMW if we could discuss the price. He'd advertised it at £7500, a fair value considering the market, but no aspect of buying a vehicle is reasonable.
We negotiated in the showroom until we reached a price of £5675, including my Mondeo as a trade-in, a year's road tax, and a full tank of gas. We completed the paperwork, and I provided my card for payment. We exited his office and returned to my Mondeo; I gave him the key and pointed out the spare keys and accompanying documents in the glove compartment. We shook hands, and I left with my new vehicle, spending the rest of the weekend driving long distances and cleaning the BMW. However, my thoughts would occasionally wander to the fiery-haired lady who nearly became the owner of my car.
On a Monday morning, I strutted into my workplace confidently and parked my car in my usual spot at the front of the building. From my office, which had a glass front, my vehicle would be clearly visible to everyone in the front section. Since I was among the first to reach, no one took notice until much later. My colleagues were all still obsessed with the power and speed of the six-cylinder engine of my car. I escaped their gossip by focusing on the monthly purchasing charts for David, the Commercial Director. In the next few hours, I got so engrossed in my task that I did not notice David approaching with somebody in tow. It wasn't until he knocked on my door that I came back to reality and saw him with a woman.
She was sporting a beautiful deep-blue skirt suit, displaying her toned legs perfectly, and a blazer that slightly enhanced her perfect shape, which I had admired on Saturday. She had her hair tied back, giving her a more business-like look, but it was in no way obscuring her identity. It seemed she was not wearing a blouse, but I guessed she might be in a camisole.
David introduced her as Ellen, the recently hired Accounts office manager. I stood up, shook her hand, and said, "Welcome to the team, Ellen. I'm Brad, the Commercial Manager. I work for David, so we'll be collaborating frequently."
Ellen responded with a hint of familiarity in her eyes. "Nice to meet you, Brad. We will."
"Brad," David interjected, "Ellen is going to be handling most of the financial aspects of the office, allowing me to devote more time to commercial planning with you. But this doesn't mean less work for you. You two will have to collaborate in the initial stages, as you'll need to guide Ellen through her duties while learning from her insights."
I acknowledged David with a nod. Turning to Ellen, I added, "I'm excited about it."
For the remainder of the day, I couldn't stop fixating on Ellen's enchanting walk as she exited my office, her shapely backside swaying tantalizingly. My concentration was broken for the rest of the morning. I spent twice as much time as usual finalizing reports for David. Every time I thought of her leaving my office, pictures of her crossed my thoughts, distracting me.
It was on a Thursday when I had to ascend to the upper floor offices to discuss some invoice issues with Ellen. Her desk was adjacent to and to the right of David's glass-fronted office, facing the junior bookkeeper, Susan. Susan was an 18-year-old girl with seemingly nice features, yet she had thick-rimmed glasses and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Though she wasn't unattractive, she failed to capture my interest and therefore, her flirtatiousness was non-existent.
"Afternoon, everyone," I said as I walked towards the desks.
"Hey, Brad," Susan responded, "why are you at our 'high floor'?"
I held up the stack of four invoices in my hand as I addressed Ellen. "I'm here to discuss these with you."
David only glanced up from his desk before raising his hand in acknowledgment of my greeting. Ellen looked up at me, then returned her gaze to her work, probably assuming I was there to see him.
As I neared her desk, she looked up at me. "Oh, you're the one I need to see? What can I help you with?"
I set the invoices on her desk to her left and moved beside her. I leaned over, allowing myself a perfect view of her cleavage which was slightly visible due to the short-sleeved, buttoned-collar, light blue shirt she wore. I explained how the invoices had been rejected and how we went through the process of releasing them for payment, just to ensure Ellen understood her job duties.
As she finished the last two invoices, I inquired, "Did you go to Barry's Autos on Saturday, to check out a BMW?" Instantly, I saw the recognition in her face.
"Yes," she replied, "I was there looking to replace my worn-out Rover. Was that you chasing down the salesman as I drove away?"
"Yep, that was me!" I cried. "Why didn't you purchase the vehicle?"
"I didn't think you were interested," she responded.
He wasn't willing to lower the price, and I didn't have enough money for it. I truly enjoyed that car, though. It had so much power, which I knew wasn't ideal for me, but I always loved how those cars handled when driven aggressively. My ex-boyfriend had one, and I used to adore driving it.
Thankfully, I managed to negotiate a price reduction and received a decent trade-in offer for my old Mondeo. I'm familiar with the vehicle's handling - I've never owned one before, but when I drove a friend's, I was very impressed.
May I inquire about the price you paid? I wish I had your success. He wouldn't offer me more than £950 for the Rover and stuck to his price.
For the car to agree to the lower price, I pretended to be nonchalant about owning the vehicle. I also pointed out a few minor issues I had with the vehicle that needed fixing. I somehow made it seem like I was willing to walk away. Maybe his previous rejection helped him be more accommodating for this deal.
"Congratulations!" she said enthusiastically. I could see the longing in her eyes as she spoke.
"Thanks. I'm appreciating it immensely!" Then, with a brief pause, I had an idea.
"Would you like to test drive it?"
The excitement in her eyes erupted instantly. Standing tall and preparing to leave the office, I told her, "Thanks for sorting out the invoices. If you have any questions about invoicing queries, feel free to stop by and see me. We still need to prepare for the financial reporting." I bid the others a casual farewell before exiting the office.
Irrepressible memories of the flame-colored hair and supple breasts came to mind once more.
"Good morning," I greeted Ellen, who appeared at my desk. "What can I assist you with?"
Ellen came and stood at my desk, "I was considering obtaining the raw data you use for your monthly reports and charts for David's analysis. I'd like to see what it reveals and how it stacks up against your results."
I readily agreed, unaware of the opportunity this would provide to spend more time with her. "Yes, absolutely. What program do you use?"
"It's a program I developed a few years ago. Would you like to see how it functions?"
"I would, but I have a ton of ordering and progressing to finish before I go home tonight."
"I'm not planning on working on it until tomorrow. So, if you have the time, we can review it."
"I'll try to find the time, but right now, I must attend to these requirements. Hopefully, David will appoint a new buyer soon."
As she was about to leave, she glanced at my car. "Is that the one I almost bought?" she asked, gesturing towards the parked BMW.
"Indeed, it is."
"Are you serious about letting me test drive it?"
"Yes, I think it's a great idea. There's a race track nearby with a lot of tarmac and room for mistakes. I'll contact the manager and secure a date for that."
Ellen flashed a stunning smile. "That would be amazing. I've never had the opportunity to let loose; the roads are always filled with clueless drivers when you want to do donuts and skid." With that, she glided out of the office.
The evening was particularly busy. After completing the last of the purchase orders and emails, it was close to 10 pm. My stomach griped, as if it had been cut apart. I powered down the computer and switched off the lights while heading out of my office. I passed through the production area and left through the front office. I walked upstairs and did a swift tour of the engineering and accounting offices, doing so out of routine since I had been responsible for closing up for the past few months. I secured the alarm at the side entrance, closed the door, and heard the customary beeping of the set program.
I contemplated where to get dinner tonight. I decided on having something unique from a Mexican eatery. As I got into my vehicle, I plugged in my phone, turned it on, browsed through the contacts, and dialed the number. While the phone rang, I cranked up my car and set off. A female voice responded and took my order of a spicy burrito, a side of nachos, and a bottle of beer. In thirty minutes, I swerved to the restaurant and was en route back home.
Upon entering the house, the lights were off, so I quickly walked through to the kitchen. The dinner was still warm, and on the counter stood a plate that may or may not have been washed. I stacked the nachos onto it, added the burrito on top, and grabbed a bottle of beer to join the dishes. I twisted the cap off with the countertop opener and stepped into the lounge. I flicked the light switch with the bottle and flicked through the living room until I found the TV remote. I plopped down next to it, put the plate and beer on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and picked a random show. I threw the remote onto the couch and seized the Tupperware containing marijuana. The aroma whiffed, and I set about acquiring all the accessories. Once finished, I lit the joint with my chrome Zippo lighter and walked over to the patio doors that opened to the backyard. The moment I stepped outside, I lit up and relished a couple of big inhales.
After a few minutes, I felt a pleasant sensation, akin to floating. My stomach started to growl, and the thought of being hungry crossed my mind. The thought made me indescribably happy. I snuffed out the joint and walked back to the couch, retrieving the plate filled with food and the beer. Once I'd finished, I cleaned the plate and bottle, put them in the recycling bin, and stroll back through the lounge toward the garden. There, I collected the remains of the joint, lit it once more, and settled into a stroll around the backyard. The night was quiet and dark, and only a few lights adorning the street remained.
A while later, the last remnants of the joint were consumed, and I discarded the ashes in the tall grass. I returned inside, locked the door behind me, removed my clothes, and crashed on the bed, too preoccupied to even pull the sheets over me.
"Goodbye!" I murmured to myself. "She's walking into my office again. I'd enjoy being closer to her. The racetrack! My high-flying note: call Rick. Yeah, like I'll remember that!"
Since Friday morning was mostly sober, I was astonished that I could recall to contact Rick.
"Hello, BJ," he said. "Chill, buddy! It's all yours on Sunday after three. The keys are at their usual spot. Have fun!"
With the call terminated, my colleague, Lionel, ambled into my office, balancing a tray of parts. "Houston, we have a problem!" declared the bald, hefty man of half a century.
After describing the issue of the incorrect footprint parts, he diverted the conversation to my new car, the grunt and speed of which were subjects of Lionel's chatter. I perked up at his mention of Ellen. "Encountered the new girl upstairs yet?"
I curtly confirmed, "Yes, she goes by Ellen. Gary specified the Xilinx for the Wissue guidance board as BGA."
I grabbed my phone and called Gary, posing the same question. "Take a second... Those parts were sourced in the accounting department the other day. You know, there's a hot one up there..." [end]
I couldn't help but notice that Ellen was mentioned twice within a short period of time. This got me thinking - she must have left a strong impression on the guys around here. I knew I needed to act fast if I wanted to have a chance with her. Gary was harmless, more interested in cars and gadgets than anything else. He was a bit of a nerd, if you ask me. But if the reaction I was seeing from two or three men was any indication, there would certainly be some who would try their luck. The thought of her with any of them was unbearable. I wasn't saying any of them were unworthy, but she was definitely mine.
It was nearly 1 pm when I finished resolving the pin issue with Lionel and Gary, and it was time to pack up for the weekend. The production guys were already beginning to wind down, and I could feel the relaxed atmosphere in the office. I briefly contemplated that I had no set plans for the weekend, then remembered I had something important to do. Ellen had mentioned she was going to run a program, and she'd also said she would call me when she was ready. I didn't want to push her by calling right away.
I turned off my computer, grabbed my keys, and started making my way through the offices, checking to see if anyone was still working or if they'd be in during the weekend. If there were, I wouldn't have to be "on call" and could enjoy a few drinks over the weekend. While I was walking out of the engineering office, I realized that there was no one working late, but Mark and Clive were planning to be in on Saturday and Sunday to test a new piece of highly classified hardware. As I entered the accounts office, Susan had already packed up and was waiting for a call from her boyfriend. Ellen, however, still appeared to be focused on her work. David was talking on the phone while sitting behind his desk.
"I see you're not going home, young lady?" I teased Ellen.
She looked up and smiled. "I wanted to finish updating these accounts and run the report program, but it looks like we might not have enough time today."
David walked past us and gave me a friendly pat on the back. "Have a great weekend, everyone! See you bright and early next week." He left the office with Susan following close behind.
I walked back to Ellen. "Do you want to check the program now, or would you rather get home?"
"How about we take care of the locking up first?" she inquired.
"The sales office is locked on Thursdays already, because they're too lazy to come in on Fridays. I'll take care of the rest of the building when I leave."
"You have me at your mercy, then?" she joked. "Should I be afraid?"
I picked up a chair from Susan's desk and placed it next to Ellen. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a skirt that exposed her knees, showing off her beautiful legs. Her summery top was light enough to rest comfortably on her chest, leaving me curious about whether she was wearing a bra or not. I secretly hoped she wasn't.
Ellen opened an Excel program and began clicking and dragging various cells. She worked with spreadsheets full of numbers for a while before sitting back to get a better view of the data. She clicked a final time to start the program, then explained to me what it would do. "This program collects all the inventory values, orders, and standard and current costs for the period indicated in the spreadsheet and generates charts for PPV, Spend, Liability, ITO, Buffer, and Cost of Sales. It takes around 5 to 6 minutes to run, but it's a lot faster than doing it manually."
I stood up. "How about we grab a quick cup of coffee while we wait? I'll get it."
"Okay, but isn't it free?" she asked.
"It's just an expression."
We walked through the empty engineers' office to the small kitchenette, which had a sink, fridge, microwave, and coffee machine. I entered a few numbers and pressed the green button. "What can I get you?"
"I'll have a number 11, please," she replied.
The grinding noise faded, and the cup slid into the designated space. Moments later, a warm beverage gushed forth, filling the contraption. I took the drink from its tray and moved on to make Ellen's desired cocktail, my eyes glued to her. I couldn't resist gazing at her in a lewd manner; why deny myself the pleasure of staring at her, considering I wanted to take off her clothes and have my way with her right then and there? I took the drink from the tray, rotated, and pushed it towards her. As she wrapped her fingers around my offering, I experienced a combination of softness and electrifying sensations.
As we journeyed to her workplace, I stared out the window of the corridor, which revealed an unoccupied carpark, save for our vehicles. At the moment we reached her office, I ceased walking. "I'm just heading out to ensure the rest of the building is secure. Give me a few minutes." In reality, I desired to verify we'd be entirely alone.
I swarmed the premises within moments, shutting several windows and doors. I also locked all the internal entrances. Only Ellen's office and the side door remained unlocked. Any intruders would require a special pass to gain access.
As I neared her office door -- barely ajar -- I momentarily gawked inside. She sat in her chair, her head reposed against the backrest, with her tresses draping behind it like a fiery cascade visible through her summer blouse. Below this fabric, her nipples were rigid, poking through the cloth. At that very instant, she shifted position slightly, and a joyous expression crossed her face. I recognized her invitation or that she knew of my imminent return, as she emplaced herself on the table to handle the computer.
I approached her door. "Congratulations? Absolutely safe!"
She angled her head, grinning. "So... a burglar on the lam from the police?"
"No, not a burglar, yet, for I am a young fellow cooped up with an incredibly alluring woman, being tutored in something unknown."
"What, pray tell?"
"Naturally, your program."
I placed myself beside her and instantly perceived the faint aroma of her femininity. It further aggravated my inflammation, which had become immensely uncomfortable. I leaned toward the screen, remarking, "Prepare to behold the consequences of your program."
We spent almost twenty minutes browsing the displays, only to find discrepancies between my readouts and hers, consequently, we spent another half hour in the pursuit of understanding the source of these variations. Whenever feasible, I attempted to caress her hand or her arm while maneuvering towards the mouse and keyboard. She didn't react adversely to my contact, and occasionally, she would reciprocate. After realigning the software and reorganizing the data, she triggered the "GO" button once more.
"How about another round of coffee?" she inquired. "I'll treat!"
I got up and advanced away, allowing her to travel by me. She was required to bend sideways to maneuver between the desk and me, and as she rubbed past, I sensed the firmness of her bottom bumping against my stiffness. I realized she had noticed this as well, as she continued strolling until she reached the kitchen, unfazed. I promptly pursued her, approaching her at the coffee machine.
She pressed the buttons for her beverage and turned, "And what would you like?"
I inched towards her and bestowed a delicate kiss upon her lips. "That," I murmured as I disengaged.
"Inappropriate!" she exclaimed. "Shame on you, my friend!" My actions elicited a twist in response. "You ought to realize that that sort of conduct is unacceptable!"
Impelled to take action, I moved towards her, placing my right foot between hers and holding her hips. As I gazed into her enchanting green eyes, one more moment passed before our lips met. Upon first contact, our tongues intertwined, sharing the same flavor that I had smelled earlier. Her arms embraced me, drawing me closer and her hip was pressed against my erection, throbbing within the confines of my trousers. Increasingly, her hips were grinding against mine, indicating her insatiable desire. Enmeshed in our kiss, I maneuvered her onto the countertop, grasping her round backside and lifting her till she sat on the edge. Spreading her legs, I creat a space for myself between them. I caressed her breast with my right hand and felt the solidity of her nipple through her top and the thin material of her bra. I then proceeded to gently squeeze it, prompting a submissive moan from her. We chose to detach our lips and observed into one another's eyes. At this moment, we crossed a threshold. Should we kiss again, no turning back would be possible.
"This coffee’s getting cold," I whispered.
She giggled, grabbed the nape of my neck and pulled my face closer. Instead of uttering anything, she kissed me passionately, urging me closer. She slid her left hand between us and palpated me through my trousers for a bit, then touched herself down below. Once her fingers made contact with her wetness, she released a deep moan. I caressed her nipple again and her lips pursed angrily as she closed the gap between my lips and her own, aching for more. After leaving our lips for a brief interlude, I confiscated her shirt and drew up her bra, presenting her nipples to the cool breeze. I kissed one of her breasts favorably. Immediately, she steadied my belt, loosened my trousers, unzipped them, and slipped her hand inside. I freely took hold of her, my hand sliding down her legs as she widened them. I came face-to-face with a bumpy patch of hairs instead of a completely shaven area. I thought how exciting would be the taste. Notably, she pushed my engorged organ towards her lips, leaving no doubt that there was to be no hesitation.
She was incredibly close, so close that she grabbed my clothes and pulled me under her with force. Not easing up, I delayed penetration and skimmed up her wet slit instead of thrusting in immediately. Her hands worked surreptitiously as if to hasten the moment. Eventually, she sought out my penis and mouth, urging me to enter her wet lips. She adjusted her position so as to ease me in. I did not thrust instantly, yet I skimmed the length of her wet slit and across her clit. Her thighs trembled from the onslaught, and began to pull me in. As the head of my penis entered her, she groaned. Her eyes widened to cite her anticipation and a vocal groan escaped her lips. Maintaining my grip, she lifted me off my feet and pushed me towards her. I resisted but she didn't let go of me until she caught me, bringing me inside her arms. The act of penetration felt incredibly tight, my entry throbbing within. Thereafter, she clung to me securely and pulled me into a swift, quickening rhythm. My sensitivity to her was increased by her increasingly tight wetness. Breathlessly, she positioned her legs around me and pulled me nearer to an orgasm. Supplying an endless rhythm, she insisted that I hold on until her pussy was fulfilled. Shifting gears, she moved closer to the edge to allow for deeper penetration. She grabbed me and urged me to warn her if I neared the moment of release. Wanting to see her climax, I held back until the right moment.
I observed her facial expressions and the rising arousal around me as I rushed towards the finish line. I felt her nearing her peak, but she repeatedly pulled my ejection and urged me to enter further, with a pleading tone in her voice. She even coaxed me to remain as deep as possible.
She said: "I desperately desire to experience your seed seep into me."
I obliged and received blankets of pleasure as I filled her with my seed. She climaxed violently, then I slid out. She quickened to pull her pants back into place.
With enthusiasm she said: "I want to enjoy your seminal fluids for as long as possible."
In my arms, we uttered words of gratitude as the perfect moment rolled to a close. Slowly, her erection dissipated, and I eased myself out of her clasps. We shared a sleepy smile.
"I want to savor your semen in and around me until the moment fades," she murmured.
We headed back to the office holding hands, then continued working on the spreadsheet for around thirty minutes or so - albeit with some struggles. It wasn't made easier by the knowledge that her bra had been removed, leaving her nipples pressed against that light summery blouse. As we walked out, after I had locked the front door, she took my phone and entered her phone number and home address into my contacts list. Before leaving, we shared a kiss on the lips - just in case anyone happened to be around the corner. I told her I would pick her up on Sunday morning. We concluded our goodbyes with a professional touch and parted ways.
Her house was located at the end of a terrace of three houses. It was a simple green color, with a darker green door and chrome doorknocker and door handle. When I arrived, I noticed her through the living room window to the right of the door. She didn't seem to see me, not reacting to my presence. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with no shoes. I knocked on the door, and she quickly opened it and invited me in. I walked in, placed my arm around her waist, and we shared a long, deep kiss. She closed the door, wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her body against mine.
However, I hesitated, saying, "Not now, young lady. We've got other things to do."
She looked at me disappointedly, smiling. "Okay then, I'll just have to wait. Is it okay?" She swirled around, showing off her skirt.
"Yes, it's sufficiently free for you to drive the car...and me, later."
She grabbed her bag and a pair of tennis shoes and walked barefoot to the car. She stepped into the car, resting her feet on the dashboard - something I never imagined allowing anyone to do, but for her and the vision of her toned legs, I decided it was acceptable.
We arrived at the track, unlocked the gate, and locked it behind us. I went to the driver's lounge and collected a helmet for Ellen. We drove to the pit lane service area and switched the wheels over. While I changed the wheels, Ellen sat on the counter, revealing her legs. We discussed the thrill of driving fast and some of the fears we had faced in the past. We got into the car, and I drove first so she could see the track. Pushing myself to my limit, I powered through the first corner at maximum speed and began power sliding by the second corner. Ellen next to me screams of excitement.
After a few laps, Ellen's focus shifted from screaming to observing the track. We pulled over at the pits and exchanged driving seats. I noticed that there was a wet spot where Ellen had been sitting, caused by her arousal from the driving. She was determined to keep driving, so I changed seats. I couldn't help but notice her trimmed red triangle as I got into the passenger seat.
Ellen started cautiously, acclimating to the track and the car. However, her speed increased rapidly. By the 8th or 9th lap, she had the back of the car sliding out, causing her to laugh. So engrossed in her driving, she didn't realize that her dress had shifted up her legs, completely exposing her. The sight of her bare mound made me desperate to release the tension in my trousers. As she approached the final corner, I removed my glove and slipped my hand between her thighs. She instinctively spread her legs, allowing me to better caress her aroused clit. Her pussy was soaked. Finger sliding through her wetness was pleasingly easy. Every time she changed direction, she lost control of herself. By the time we reached the final right-hand bend at the end of the straight, she'd lost control of the car, oversteered, and the vehicle spun three or four times before coming to a stop at the edge of the track.
She glared at me with half-angry eyes, complaining, "Look what you've made me do! Now I'm all wet and horny."
"I observed that as soon as I got in on this side, and it was quite evident you wanted this."
She drove into the service garage and into the car lift, where I had to remove the wheels to put the old ones back on. While I changed the wheels, she climbed back up onto the counter, legs slightly spread, one hand stroking her sopping pussy. I worked quickly, making sure everything was properly done. I put all the wheels back onto the car and stored the spare wheels in a corner of the garage.
I walked over to her, standing naked in front of me. "My hands are dirty, so you'll have to do all the work."
She jumped down from the counter, grabbed the front of my trousers, and guided me to the front of my car. "Alright, Mr. Racing Driver, do as you please." She slid her dress off her shoulders and discarded it, naked in front of me.
"Alright, Miss, there's an issue here - I can't touch you, so you'll need to take care of that part."
With a sly smile, she replied, "Show me what you want me to do."
"To begin, since you're already ready, sit right there on that metal emblem. And, raise your feet upon the car's bumper."
Slouching down, she extended her legs and allowed me to position my head between them. Fondling her swollen folds, I teased her clit on each upstroke. She arched her back, inviting my tongue to delve deeper and seeking its invading presence. She reclined onto the car's bonnet and broadened her legs for fuller access. It didn't take long for her to reach that desired level.
"Oh my God, fuck yes, I'm coming!" she exclaimed.
Skipping the recovery process, I stood upright and slid my erection inside her moist passage. As she grasped me, she commanded me to thrust into her, hoping to fulfill her yearnings. My prick plunged into her with a single push, triggering a reaction: "Oh fuck, Brad. Fuck me."
Despite the lack of aids, I squeezed into her luminescent quim with repeated in-and-out movements. With each thrust, the urge in my groin intensified, as did her demands for pleasure.
"Please, oh God, I need you to make me orgasm! This is fantastic... oh, I can feel it!"
Hunched forward, she snatched me tighter and curled her spine, welcoming my intrusion. The swell of pleasure within me was unlike anything I'd experienced before.
"I'm about to ejaculate," I cautioned. I faltered as her sensitive cavern clung to my member, summoning forth the wealth of my semen. Within moments, her pulsating passage gripped my limp shaft and spooned it dry. Once relieved of my load, she squeezed her knees tightly around my waist.
"Are you kidding me?" she observed. "Fuck, I'm cumming, too!"
Drowning in my juices and her torrential release, she remained immobile as she expelled her essence all over me and my car's bonnet. I observed her taut, fair-skinned figure, contemplating the firmness of her toned limbs, resetting her seat upon the wet stain she'd left. The poise she carried from head to waist to her handful of ripe breasts and her rose-colored nipples astonished me, realizing that making her stick around would require effort.
Her head stayed raised, some red strands sprawled out, like a raging fire. "Do I have you under a spell?"
"A bit. You're simply fascinating from what I've seen and experienced."
"So listen to this: why pick a forty-year-old woman instead of any other hot teenager?"
"It's quite simple, actually. You're a gorgeous redhead: my Achilles heel. Second, you have a clear idea of what you desire and are bold enough to take it. Last but not least, you relish driving beemers and going fast. What more could a fella desire?"
I planted a kiss on her, bestowing one on her coated lower lips, then her middle, reaching up to her voluptuous breasts - first the left, then the right - and, finally, her full lips above. When I released her from my warm embrace, she lay crumpled beside me, the residue of our lovemaking between her thighs and my car. I glanced down at her, appreciating her toned limbs, curvaceous hips, and modest breasts. I realized that to make her gleeful and pursue me, I'd require significant effort.
"Appreciating the view?" she asked, not even lifting her head.
"Completely. You're quite enchanting, to put it mildly."
"Am I under your spell?"
While we enjoyed our dinner, we continued to get to know one another better. She's a local who's lived in this area her entire life, but she's also traveled extensively, both for vacations and work. She's never married; she jokes about scaring off potential spouses. Her mother resides a certain distance away, and although they frequently communicate, their relationship isn't particularly close. Her sister is a year older, has a family, and is a nearby resident. They've maintained a strong bond since their twenties.
Ellen earned a degree as a chartered accountant and worked for a few multinational corporations in the city until she turned thirty-seven. At that point, she left her position as CFO of an international bank, sold what she could, stored the rest, and spent 18 months traveling around the globe. When she returned to the UK, she desired a simpler life and functioned as an accountant for a small firm until the owner died and his family opted to sell the business. As a result, she was laid off and ended up joining our company. She loves sports and typically goes jogging or hiking every day and weekends. Her preferred activity is going on hiking trails around the country. On her worldwide journeys, she tried numerous activities from abseiling to zorbing. Although she used to smoke, she no longer does so.
I shared my more abbreviated life story: growing up in the United States, relocating to Wiltshire with my parents, finishing college, obtaining a commercial degree, losing my initial job at a multinational aerospace OEM, and subsequently joining the business under David's leadership. As a young adult, I participated in numerous athletic activities, such as rugby and cycling, and took part in recreational activities like rock climbing and river rafting. I revealed to her that at present, my life consisted mainly of work, the gym, food, and smoking.
"Do you smoke?" she inquired quizzically. "I haven't observed you smoking or even detected a whiff of smoke on you. You mustn't smoke very often."
"I seldom smoke, and generally only when I return home."
During our stroll after dinner, we walked down a path briefly, not saying much, just enjoying each other's company and the evening air. As it darkened, we retraced our steps to the pub. Then, I drove her to her home. By ten o'clock, I had brought her there. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her closer to me, and we shared a deep, passionate kiss.
"Thank you for a fantastic day!" I exclaimed.
"Me too," she replying. "And thank you for enriching my day with excitement." She grinned cheekily. "Will I see you in the morning?"
"There's the possibility."
"Goodnight."
Upon reaching my house, I discovered my mobile phone flashing and beeping.
E: It's not right that I have to sleep alone...
B: Certain things can't be altered...
E: How do I change this?
B: One action at a time...
E: What's Step 1?
B: Pack a bag with clothes.
E: Why?
I: Gotcha!
Step 2?
B: Toiletries should also be placed in the bag.
E: Then?
B: "Purse and bag and you in your car.
E: OK, now what?
B: RG9 9EN, The Orchard.
For a few minutes, I didn't receive a response, so I rolled a small joint, removed my shoes, and sat in the backyard, smoking it. I returned within and turned on the kettle, placed out two cups, walked into the living room, played some music on the hi-fi, and relaxed on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy from the joint. I could see her headlights approaching my driveway. I purposely left all the lights off, including the porch light, so that I could see when she arrived.
E: Step 5, please
B: Exit your vehicle, open the big oak door, and step inside, closing the door. Locate the lounge first door on the right.
A short while later, the front door opened and shut. Within seconds, I perceived a silhouette appear at the lounge door. She entered, and in the hi-fi's flickering illumination, I could see that she was completely naked.
She nodded at me, then raised her arms upwards and cupped her body with them, as if to introduce herself. "None of your steps contained me getting clothed."
I could only chuckle and embrace her, giving her an intense smooch. My touch migrated all over her delicate skin. Grasping her hand, I led her up the stairs, collecting her things along the way. We proceeded to the bathroom, activating the steamy shower. She undressed me, while the water turned warm. We stepped into the shower, wrapping our arms around each other under the powerful downpour, our lips interlocking. The lathering soap acted like a lubricant as we intimately touched one another, entwining our bodies.
Turning off the shower, I gently took her hand and guided her to the master bedroom. I laid her on the large bed, nestling on top of her, locking her hands above her. Kissing intensely, our tongues played as my manhood contacted her entrance. She mimicked hip movements, triggering an impromptu entry. I pulled my lips away from hers and slowly straddled her, reaching for the bottom half of her body.
Kissing down her stomach, my hands roamed her silky skin, trailing to her nipples. Sucking, biting, and teasing the buds, my tempo increased her longing. Work your way to her abdomen with your right hand and slowly pressed a finger into her soaking folds. Painless entry. I added another twin, tasking them with poking upward in search of her sensual spots. I relocated my lips towards hers, and found her lips. Pressured but overjoyed, my fingers shifted to a frenetic motion, enhancing her violently growing excitement.
Consistent moans echoed throughout the room, the sounds amplifying with each thrust of my finger deeper and harder. "Oh God, yes, fuck that's good, faster, please faster, fuck yes," she groaned. Her moans surged to a swelling, reckless desire, "OH GOD YESS FFFUCK MEEE!"
I withdrew my hands and positioned myself on top of her under the bed covers. I permeated her once more, causing her entire body to tense. She remained still but her core started stroking me, and soon her hips bucked, grabbing me and lifting me higher, her moans more fiery, monotonous and increasing in tone.
While she was still swirling her hips, I shifted to her breasts, capturing her teats in my mouth. Watching her body ripple with arousal tingled my senses. Then I moved further down, to her belly button. I wetly licked and kissed it like visual candy. I closed my hands around her mound and parted it, a finger resting on her most vital spot. She groaned and thrust against me. I shifted and extended my tongue, pressing up the slit, enjoying the fusion of our bodily fluids and the rhythmic movement of my hands. Her stomach knotted, only now noticing I'd found the magical erogenous zone. Grazing it faster and fiercer, her hips surged in reaction, frenzied and unstopping dancing.
Never before heard moans replayed inside the house, as her denial ended. "Oh god IM CUMMING!! YESS YYEEEESSSS YEEEESSSSSS, FFFUUUUUCK MEEEE YEESS." Deprived of oxygen and clarity, she reached the peak of arousal and collapsed. She melted into the mattress, her moans ended but muscles twitched and she twitched.
My fingers left her, but I continued to explore and caressed her swollen lips, lingeringly enjoying myself a final kiss. She opened her eyes and conveyed how stupefying the encounter was, "That was fucking amazing!" As she lay back down, we continued to converse, "I moved up onto her, sliding my hardness gently into her. She gasped, as she gazed at me, and thrust her chest into mine. She rolled me over and, bisecting my body with kisses, trekked down to the base of my shaft. Latching onto it with her hand, she moved the foreskin back, exposing the swollen tip." Like a wild predator, she clamped her mouth onto it, sucking and licking as I remained motionless. She performed an expert job, occasionally augmenting the stroke by tongue sliding up and down my shaft, before twisting around my manhood with both her hands while encased in her personal shower gel.
I had just experienced the effects of THC, and it took a moment for the pressure to build in my groin. However, my partner didn't let up, continuing to suck, lick, and stroke me until I couldn't resist any longer. She sensed the change and intensified her rhythm and depth, causing me to release the first spurts into her mouth. After swallowing every drop, she brought me deeper inside her, triggering a twitch in my entire length with each contraction.
She sat up, looking at me on the bed. "There's still more for you here, young man. Or should I say 'cum,' considering this?" She pointedly indicated her wet patch of hair.
"By all means, Miss Adventurous, let's not waste the opportunity."
I watched as she grasped my softening erection, prompting it to fit into her still-wet pussy. She then stretched out on top of me, placing her head on my chest, and signed. "Brad, there's a slight dilemma. Although we've known each other for a short time, we've had a lot of entertaining moments. I don't want us to become serious so quickly, but bonding with you after our lunchtime conversation today, I genuinely feel we share a lot in common." She stopped me from speaking by placing her finger on my lips. "I'm head over heels for you, Brad. I don't want our current situation to end. Although it might, for now, can we simply savor each other's company?" She removed her finger.
"Ellen," I said, "my infatuation with you started two weeks ago when I saw you at the gas station. I thought you were way out of my league at the time. I'm more than happy to engage in this enjoyable connection as long as it lasts."
As if planned, my erection began swelling in her. She rocked her hips, causing my rod to grow even deeper and harder within her. She increased her tempo and frequency, grinding and bouncing vigorously, until she surrendered to her own climax. "OH MY GOD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Ellen leaned forward and collapsed on my chest while her juices seeped out and covered me.
We remained connected for some time, letting our emotions and bodies relax, my firm nipples pressed against her breasts. When I flipped her onto her back, I aligned myself with her pussy and slid inside. I lay on top of her, supporting myself on my elbows as I moved in and out of her. Our breaths synchronized as our temperatures merged, our loving embrace amplifying the warmth of our touch.
Our strokes became faster and more industrious as she tightened even more with every contraction while insertion happened. I shifted my stance, raised her buttocks, and plunged into her pleasantly. We yelled out in unison as if in complete harmony:
"OH CARPET BURN I'M CUMMING!"
I forcefully released my warmth into her as she gripped tightly, expelling her juices near my lips and on my shaft. I fell onto her, and there we remained until we both fell asleep, fully drained and filled with satisfaction.
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