Meeting in a Car - part one

What would be the correct form of greeting for such an assignation? she wondered to herself, as she negotiated the lunchtime traffic.

An outstretched arm to shake his hand as he slides into the front seat next to her?

Both arms extended for a warm and friendly hug, that wouldn't belie her true feelings (a combination of giddy excitement, and nervous terror)?

Or a slow lingering kiss, growing in rapid intensity and passion, sending tingles all over her body, and shivers up and down her spine.

She knew already, without a doubt.

She knew that to kiss him straight away was madness. She also knew that she wouldn't be able to help herself. Goddamn fucking blind date etiquette.

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This broke every rule she'd ever established for meeting up with a blind date. This was not a public place, it was her car. She could be trapping herself in a tin can with a lunatic.

She didn't care.

She'd felt the connection, when they'd first exchanged emails. It's quite astounding really, how pheromones can travel via email. You can tell from how a person writes, from what they say, from how they phrase... whether it's game on, or no way Jose.

This had been game on from the get go. The click, the connection, that feeling. That smooth lilting accent that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

She'd felt it, instinctively. And the funny thing was, so had he.

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He had no idea what he should do. How he should act.

He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to slide in next to her, and take her in his arms, and kiss her until they were both dizzy. But was it appropriate? Would she mind? Would it scare her? Would she respond by kissing him back, or would she slap his face?

Goddamn fucking blind date etiquette.

His cock was hard as a rock, straining against the denim of his jeans, indenting a permanent tent shape into the fabric. He'd been walking around work carrying a strategically placed file all morning, hoping to god that the innocent look he'd worked on, as he stared in the bathroom mirror that morning, was still firmly ensconced on his face.

This woman had gotten to him like no one had in ages. He couldn't put his finger on it, it was just that special spark of mutual attraction that happens on rare occasions.

And he couldn't stop thinking about her.

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In the midst of her pondering, the car door swung open, and he slid into the seat next to her.

She was slightly taken aback -- despite having thought of little else than this moment for the past few days. At the last minute, her mind had wandered, and she'd found herself wondering about parking in the city, of all the trivialities that could have occupied her mind at the time.

She turned, and slipped off her sunglasses, as he leaned in towards her. She caught a glimpse of his sparkling green eyes, with a glint that matched her own. He drew closer, and she smelled his cologne; musky, manly and very sexy.

There was a nanosecond of indecision, on her part. As far as he was concerned, it was already signed, sealed and delivered.

His lips felt soft, yet commanding and strong. His tongue teased hers, and her lips teased his in retaliation. She moved closer to him, as he put his hand on her face, the intimacy of which delighted her. She lost track of her thoughts, and her head span, and when they finally broke, she panted and shook her head, vainly trying to return to some semblance of normality.

"That was the official 'hello' " he said. "Why don't you pull over further up the road so i can kiss you again? That'll be in lieu of a 'How are you doing?' "

She mumbled something incoherent in reply, breathless and indistinct. "You've... turned my brain to mush... I can't think straight... can't think of anything... yes, OK, I'll drive up there, shall I?"

She drove. She parked the car. They kissed again, this time for longer. When they broke, this time he was the one panting.

"I think we should shelve lunch. I think I'll have you for lunch instead."

To be continued....

Office Inspiration

It's dark under here, and quiet. I have to watch that i don't bang my head. Plus, I have to be careful not to alert your co-workers to my presence; I came into the office long before they arrived, and got comfortable under here.

And by "comfortable", you know i mean almost naked.

Fortunately, the seat your chair has been lowered so that you can stretch your legs out in front of you. Your desk is quite deep, i think, because your nice long legs reach to the back without touching it. Which means that not only do i have plenty of room in which to work, but i also have excellent and very comfortable access to you.

As you're about to find out, as i slowly reach my hand up to your zipper, and tug it down. I can hear the catch in your throat, as you realise what's happening -- you're engaged in conversation with someone, and to your enormous credit, you manage to continue and finish the discussion, although probably quicker than you'd have originally planned.

Deliberately dropping a pencil, you bend down and our eyes meet... and you smile.

"Behave," you chastise me.

I start massaging and caressing your balls.

"You'd like me to stop?"

Your shuddering exhale proves that you'd like anything but. Surreptitiously, you move yourself so that the part of your torso visible to the outside is dressed, all the while removing your pants and carefully sliding them down.

"Commando?" I breathe. "Yeah, baby...!"

Your cock is standing to attention already -- the illicit nature of the situation creating as much arousal as the deft movements of my fingers. Without ceasing my massage of your balls, i bring my mouth to your cock, and lick the bead of precum standing on the top.

You moan, and quickly turn it into a cough.

I enclose your cockhead in my mouth, and run my tongue around the rim. I feel you quiver with excitement. Ruthlessly, i graze my teeth around the rim, only to feel your whole body shudder with joy.

I realise that this is possibly one of the biggest turn-ons for you, to be doing this in public. I anticipate that my goal of making you gush streams of come into my mouth and down my throat will not be difficult to achieve from where I'm sitting.

Not that it would ever be difficult, just that today will be easier than usual.

I slide one hand beneath your thigh, feeling for your perineum as i take your shaft into my mouth. You shift down the seat, enabling me access where i can move my head back and forth, rather than up and down, thus saving me from massive head bumping. I duly move my head, and you tilt your hips into my face,thrusting gently and inconspicuously.

I hear snippets of conversation from above the desk -- the desk that has become my whole world for now -- about a meeting, that everyone is going to. Idly it crosses my mind that you might have to leave; i make it quite clear that this is not the way things will be unfolding according to my agenda. Gratifyingly, i hear you wish them good luck for the meeting -- apparently, you didn't have to attend after all. I hear voices receding, a door close.... and then feel the chair move away a small distance.

I move with it, of course.

"Minx," you gasp, looking down at me. "What are you doing? And for god's sake -- don't stop..."

Free of restrictions now, i concentrate on the task in hand, teasing your cock with my tongue, sucking you and lapping at you, tracing patterns on your shaft with my teeth, cuddling and caressing your balls, and playing around your anus with my other hand. Your moans are quite loud now - presumably because everyone else has left the building and you don't care.

I feel your balls tighten, and i slip a finger into your ass. I hear you call out my name in strangulated tones, and feel your hands grab fistfuls of my hair.

"Ride me, baby. The door is shut, get up here and straddle me."

I'm a good girl. I do what I'm told.

Bringing my mouth to yours, i kiss you softly, allowing you to taste yourself on my lips. You sigh, and continue to thrust and pump into me, and it isn't long before you come... although it is very very good.

"Think of me as your office inspiration," i murmur into your mouth as you subside beneath me.

You pull me close to you, holding me there, and whisper:

"I think of you far more than i should."