"Maybe some music would help?"
"Okay."
Maggie reached over the front seat for the ignition, sliding the key in the hole. She turned on the radio. Commercial after commercial on every station. She wiggled forward to change the station, then realized her ass must be right in his face. Maggie turned all kinds of red. She found the first station playing anything that sounded like real music before returning to the back seat. When she did, she caught his glance checking her out. It was at that moment she realized she wasn't alone in these desires. Quickly she glanced at his black slacks to find an impressive buldge. She felt his hand touch her cheek, raising her eye level to his. He knew she was married, but at this point it didn't seem to matter to either one of them. He leaned closer and kissed Maggie. She responded eagerly with her tongue.
Randal pressed his wet body against hers as they kissed passionately. Quickly she took hold of his hand and guided it under her shirt. He squeezed her bra covered breasts tight in his hands. With her deep Southern accent, Maggie moaned for him. It sounded to him what it sounded like in his head for all the fantasies he had about her. But now, this was no fantasy. This was reality. His hands squeezed her full breasts under her shirt as he tongue kissed her like he always wanted to. Maggie's hands slid down his chest and belly. She unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock. She knew it was wrong, but couldn't help herself. She tried to blame it on her husband again in her mind, but he was the furthest thing from her mind.
Maggie got so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten they were on break. She glanced at her watch. Damnit, they only had twenty minutes before they had to be back at work. She pulled his cock out of his pants.
"We don't have much time, but there is something I have been dying to do for the past few weeks now", she whispered as she lowered herself to her knees, in between his legs. She glanced up to him with a devilish grin on her face. He simply nodded his head forward once and closed his eyes. Maggie's open mouth desceneded to his cock. At first she gently kissed the head, placing soft kisses around his member. Randal moaned softly. She kissed his shaft, barely using her tongue, mostly lips on him as she fondled his balls. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her face bobbing up and down.
Randal looked down at her. Her eyes were now closed as she sucked on his cock. He pushed a piece of her hair that was covering her face. He wanted to see this. Maggie continued bobbing her head up and down his shaft, deep throating his cock now. Randal slid his fingers through her hair as she moaned around his cock. Randal looked down at her. Maggie's entire attention was on his member, sliding her tongue across him. He started breathing heavy, watching her lips wrapped around him.
"Oh God, Maggie. I'm going to cum", he stuttered, barely able to contain his orgasm long enough. She closed her eyes and felt his cum explode in the back of her throat, sucking on his cock until the last drop. Maggie licked the cum off his cock, cleaning him up. She looked up at him, exhausted as he slumped down in the chair. She slid her hand up his chest. His eyes opened as he smiled down at her. Together they looked at the clock and realized they were both going to be late. Randal slid his boxers and pants on.
Maggie looked out the window and saw that it wasn't raining as hard. Together they exited the car and went back to work. She could taste him in the back of her throat the rest of the day. She had to fight the urge to take him into the bathroom for some more action.
She was now feeling guilty, Maggie knew she had done a bad thing. As great as it felt to act out her desire, she kneit was wrong. If it was any consolation to her though, it was only a blow job. She sucked his cock, but they didn't have sex. Would that be enough to control her desire for Randal?
