Parked outside her office, engine humming low. Tuesday noon. Handed Corinne the docs. Mentioned my new Jag. Her eyes lit up. ‘A Jaguar?’ Almost slipped ‘excites’ me. Face flushed like a kid at Christmas. My cock twitched hard in my pants. Eight years fantasizing about her tight ass, small firm tits. Professional distance shattered.
She begged to see it. Waited outside. Car gleamed British Racing Green, tires shiny black. She stroked the hood, hungry. ‘Wanna drive?’ No. ‘Sit inside?’ Hell yes. Bent over, ass up in tight jeans. Cock strained. She caressed leather seats, wood gear knob like a lover’s dick.
The Awakening
‘Ballet?’ Offered the whole afternoon. Called her boss. We rolled out. Her hand on the knob, warm wood under her palm. Mine brushed hers shifting to D. Soft, hot skin. She smiled, eyes forward, vibrating with the silent V6.
National road to Valmasque park. Her strokes on the shifter turned erotic. ‘Troubling,’ I said. ‘Suggestive. Hot as fuck.’ She blushed but kept going. ‘Fantasme. Feels like power pulsing.’ Offered her free rein. ‘Do what you want.’ Eyes locked. Tension electric.
Unzipped her jeans. Black panties flashed. Hand dove in, rubbing her clit slow. Eyes shut, head back. Couldn’t drive. Pulled into shady dirt path. Trees hid us. Tinted windows. Safe.
She stripped jeans, socks, shoes. T-shirt clung. Knelt on seat, kissed my cheek, then lips. Straddled console. I shifted to N. Lowered her wet pussy onto the wooden knob. Inch by inch, it stretched her. Eyes rolled back. Groaned deep.
The Raw Act
Freed my throbbing cock. Stroked watching her ride it slow. Hand gripped my chest, slid down. Wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Pumped me firm. Tits begged. Unglipped bra, squeezed hard nipple. She bucked faster.
Fingered her clit. Soaked bush. Added fingers, then my fist. Slid in knuckle-deep. She cambered, came hard. Squeezed my cock painful. ‘Fuck!’ Pulled off shirt, tits free. Bent awkward, sucked me deep. Throat heaven. Switched to back seat.
Naked outside, dove in rear. Legs up, pussy dripping invite. Slammed in balls-deep. Fucked hard, fast. Pulled out, sprayed cum on her flat belly. Held tight. ‘Wanted you forever.’ She grinned. ‘Your Jag possessed me. Best orgasm ever.’
Fessed up: jerked off to her hundreds times. She too, sometimes. Fingered her again. Fist fucked deeper. Ass tempted, but no anal—yet. She flipped doggy. Cock between cheeks, humped till I shot on her back.
Sweaty, spent. 1:30. Dressed quick. Dropped her off. ‘Friday afternoon? Lunch, ride, maybe ass.’ High-fived laughing. Seats need cleaning. Gear knob soaked. Secret thrill pulses. She’s wild under that pro facade. Can’t wait.