The limo door closed with a thump. Carrie felt herself pressed back in her seat as the car sped off, leaving her husband at home. His last-minute stomach bug meant she was going to this special dinner party alone. Then, the limo driver had called and said he needed to pick her up early, which threw her schedule totally off. But she was here now, off to the dinner party, resigned to have a good time no matter what.
She hadn't been paying attention but the limo was not going the right way. The car pulled into a deserted tree-lined parking area and pulled around, engine idling softly. She could not see much through the dark glass forward or outside in the darkness, but she heard the drivers door open, then the rear door. She hadn't even had time to become alarmed, as he slid into the back seat, tossing the drivers cap and a fake beard onto the seat beside her. It was her lover, James.
James smiled. "Surprise, baby." and slid into the seat next to her. She laughed and fell into him, their arms wrapping around each other and lips meeting for a long kiss.
"I didn't even recognize you!" she laughed. The
large fake beard had his smaller beard and most of his face.
"You look beautiful." he whispered, kissing her perfumed neck. "You smell wonderful."
"Hmmm." Carrie moaned, as his lips and tongue found spots she knew he had found before.
They kissed and caressed each other until James sat up and said, "We have too much clothing on, and I don't think we should wrinkle that beautiful dress."
"Help me." she said, turning and offering him the zipper in the back. He slid it down slowly, then helped her step out. She had dressed provocatively that evening, lace-topped black thigh-high panty hose and matching panties and bra. She leaned back, letting James feast his eyes as he laid the dress carefully on the long bench across from them. He moved between her legs, kissing her body, and she leaned her head back and reclined as James ran his hands along the silky hose covering her legs while his lips kissed her breasts through the thin material.
His fingers moved up, releasing the clasp in front and allowing her breasts to be freed for his lips and tongue to dance over and suck and taste. Carrie felt herself becoming warm and wet as he continued to kiss and lick his way around her body, as his hands began to stray to her thighs and panty-covered mound. His fingers knew some of her favorite spots, and they glided over the panties looking for them now. Carrie's legs involuntarily moved farther apart, giving him better access to her wetness.
Then his lips were there, kissing through the thin material, his hot breath and tongue arousing her even more. Then he was urging her hips up, sliding the panties down, but leaving the stockings and shoes. His head buried in her thighs, kissing and licking until finding her clit, making her jump. He began to suck on it slowly, and her moans escaped her as she ran her hands through his hair.
She had just had her crescendo of pleasure when he moved back, slid his black slacks from his hips and pulled his shirt clear of his body. He smiled and told her, "I've been waiting for so long for this..."
"Me too." she sighed as he pulled her off the bench seat onto a large comforter he had unfolded on the expansive floor of the limo. He laid down and helped her climb on top of him, slowly sliding onto his rigid member. They both expelled moans as they joined and kissed. They moved slowly at first, grinding and rotating to find each other's pleasure spots.
Then Carrie's movements became more rhythmic, harder and faster until she gasped, "I'm going to..." and his hands reached up and touched her nipples as she came.
He pulled her down, feeling her chest thump from the pounding of her heart as she rested from the action. He used the time to whisper some other ideas of what they should do, his hard cock still in her and rubbing slowly inside her, until she was ready to go again.
