Hump Day 5

It was such a rough week, and it was only Wednesday! You happened to come in to your office for the first time in forever. I had noticed you on a few visits, but you were there so sporadically I never expected to see you. Especially not today. I was so frustrated I was about to cry. My car wouldn't start, my phone was too full to download Uber and I was waiting to connect to the wifi to upload some pictures I wasn't ready to delete so I could clear space. And I had to get home! It was almost 4, and my husband kept texting about having to leave for work, and no one could watch the kid... I hissed at the phone "just stop!" And you immediately stopped next to me.

"Im so sorry! I was talking to my phone, not you." I looked up and saw it was you, the silver fox with those sparkling blue eyes. "Oh, hi! I know you! I mean I've noticed, seen you around here. Haha it's probably where you work."

What the hell, Jane. Act sane. He doesn't know what you imagined doing to him that time you were behind him on the elevator. He didn't know how brazen you were, that the hand that brushed against his thigh was yours, that it wasn't an accident, and that it would have stayed if you hadn't reached the lobby.

"I mean, hi, I'm Jane. I work on 17."

"Gregg," you say while offering your fist for a bump. "What's the problem with the phone?"

"Ugh - it's just full of photos and I need to upload some to storage before I can download Uber, and I can't connect to the building wifi, and I just need to get home," I said in one breath. I huffed through the mask that was covering my mouth, and realized even if you had seen me before you probably wouldn't have recognized me with sunglasses and a mask on.

You offered to help me with the wifi, and I accepted, not thinking about anything but getting home on time, and that I completely fucked up my introduction. I wanted to come off as calm and collected as I am at work, not all stumble and emotional.

I guess you had a magic touch because it connected. I reached for it, but you swiped the windows up, maybe out of habit with your own phone or maybe to back out and check the settings, but the next window under the wifi was my photo album, and it was open to some racy photos I had taken the night before when I tried on the new bra and panty set I'd ordered online and was currently wearing under my dress.

I reached for the phone, and tried to take it out of your hand, and you begrudgingly released it.

"I need to delete those..." I stammered, looking down at the phone like it could suck me into it.

"You really shouldn't."

There was something in your voice when you spoke that let me know you knew it was me in the elevator. You knew I wanted you. You knew I needed more than a ride home, but that was what you offered, and I hastily accepted. I grabbed my bag, and tried to pretend you hadn't already basically seen me naked, and gave you my address while I tried to keep up with you on the way to the garage.

"Are you sure I'm not too far out of the way," I asked. "I would really hate to put you out. This is so kind of you."

"You're right on the way to where I'm headed. Not to worry." You turned and noticed my speed and slowed your pace.

"Flip flops," I say, seeing your shift in pace. "It's so much more comfortable to drive in them instead of my work heels, so I just leave them at my desk, but the lobby is so slippery."

I recognize I'm rambling and just chew my lip to keep myself from continuing.

We reach your car and you open the passenger door. I lower myself in and glance up, catching you staring down my dress. I put my bag on the floor and adjust the belt across my chest, straightening my dress to give you more of an angle. You stand there for one beat more, and my eyes are at your belt line. I can't help but feel my mouth salivate as I look at you - close enough to pull your zipper down with my teeth, but then you say "watch your hands," as you close the door, and I say out loud in the empty car, "you watch your hands..." but then you open the drivers side door and say "what did you say?"

"Just thanks. Thank you for your help. I don't know how I can repay you." Good job Jane. You didn't make an ass of yourself.

"It's really no bother," you say, "but I'm sure I can think of something if you insist."

There's that tone again. I can't help but look at your lap. You don't make a move to cover your pants slowly rising.

"That is a daring and respectable move," I think I say to myself.

"What is," you ask?

Oh Jane no! You said it out loud!!!

Well fuck. Just be honest.

"I appreciate that you didn't move to cover yourself up. That would totally hinder my ability to thank you...ahem...properly."

Smooth, ya idiot.

You've driven us to the main entrance of the garage, and you ask which way I prefer to go. I tell you the slightly longer route, despite my need to get home, now that I have a more urgent need.

At the next stoplight, I reach over and set a hand on your thigh and ask if you mind. "I didn't want to scare you while you were driving," I admit. "Safety first!"

You laugh, and say "this probably isn't very safe for either of us, and you reach down to my hand, still on top of your thigh, and gently twist my wedding band.

As the light changes, you pull my hand onto your quickly hardening cock and a light moan of pleasure comes out as I stroke you through your pants.

"This is a nice surprise," you utter, both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. "Those pictures on your phone, I didn't mean to look, but that lingerie suits you."

I feel an extra twitch under my hand, and while pulling the cross belt over my head, I tell you that I'm actually wearing those pieces right now, and I lean over to undo your belt.

"Are you sure this is ok?" I ask as I carefully unzip your pants. I've thought about this so many times, so many nights, it's surreal that this moment has arrived. I don't want to push, but you seem to be into it.

You shift the seat back slightly while driving which I read as "go for it."

I sit up straight for a moment, pull down the top of my dress to reveal my heavy breasts spilling over the half cup bra that's been holding me in all day.

I return to the lap I've been eyeing for months now, and lick my lips, moving my face between your stiff cock and the steering column. I gently lick the top of the head, swirling my tongue around the edges, finding the angles that make your cock jump a little further into my mouth. I want to take my time and make this amazing, but I know we only have a few minutes before we are in my neighborhood, and I want this to be memorable.

I lick up and down the shaft, my nose pressing into your stomach and raising your shirt slightly, until I lift up my head to look at your beautiful cock, and then at you.

"I wish we had more time, so I could really thank you properly."

You look down at me, and I grin, before diving back onto your lap, and sealing my mouth around you. Sucking and licking and squeezing with my throat as I determine a rhythm. Your precum mixes with my spit, and now that I can taste you, I can't control myself. I suck harder, slurping up anything left behind on each rising stroke, and every waning stroke I take you as far into my mouth as possible as though I could consume you.

Suddenly I feel the car slowing. This should be the main intersection before we have to navigate the side streets to get to my house. My mouth continues to work all over you, and I move a hand between your legs to lightly stroke your balls, and massage just slightly behind your tightening sack. I can feel you start to clench up, and then the car starts to move. A sudden turn, and you slam on the brakes. The sudden darkness tells me we are under that sketchy overpass where I always keep my windows up. Your hand has been rubbing and squeezing my back, and now has made its way to the back of my head. You scoot your seat back another notch, leaning the seat back, and pulling me towards you.

You are gentle at first, guiding my face to get directly over your shaft, but then you stat to press harder. I gag as you hit the back of my throat in a sudden thrust but recover, only to have your hips buck up towards my mouth. I am getting fully face fucked in the front seat of your car under the overpass and I know your windows aren't tinted so someone is getting a show. My panties could have melted from the friction and wetness so far, but I feel the thong pulling up against my clit as I rock my body into the same rhythm as you enter my mouth.

You are just about to cum, and you let me up for a second to tell me. I whisper "in my mouth, please" as I want to swallow every drop of you. This must be something you like because you erupt straight into the back of my throat as I swallow you as deep as I can. I suckle on you as you powerfully blast into my mouth. I gently suck, lick, and kiss before I return you to your pants.

I tuck you in, zip and button you up, and leave you to deal with your belt. I need to get my dress back on!

You look at me as you lean back enjoying the slow return to a normal heart rate, and grin. It's a wide, and goofy grin, but it's sexy as fuck, and it makes me even wetter.

"You have to put away that grin. I can't take it and I have to get home!" I don't want to look at my watch, but I know I'm a few minutes behind schedule.

As you start the car, I check in the passenger mirror to make sure I don't look TOO disheveled for when I get home. My hair is a little messy, so I pull it into a ponytail. I can smell you all over my face, so I use a tot wipe I keep in my bag over my mouth and hands. Two more streets, then I'm home.

"I'm not usually..." I start to say, but you just slowly shake your head and interrupt me with "It's fine."

"This was a lovely way to end the day, and I'd be happy to give you a ride home again, if you need it."

I need it. I really need it.

"That would be great! Who knows when my car will work again. How far are you from home?"

You name your town, and I realize I was completely out of the way for you!

"That is like an extra 45 minutes on your commute! I'm so sorry!"

We are taking the final turn to my street, and I ask you to stop just a few doors up so I can pull myself together.

"Well," you say as your eyes wander over me, "there's a lot of ways to say thank you, and most of them take more time than this drive."

"Fuck me," I accidentally say out loud!

You laugh as I smack myself in the forehead.

You reach out, hand on my neck, just below my ear. You squeeze gently and say, "Oh, I plan to."

I climb out of the passenger side, panties now soaked and put on my boring suburban housewife voice to say, "see you next Wednesday then! It was nice to meet you, and thanks for the ride!