I sat in the backseat of the luxury sedan, my eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, catching Terry’s gaze. He smirked, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as he navigated through the city streets. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles tensed beneath his crisp, white shirt. I knew that look, that hunger. I felt it too.
My husband, Charles, was away on business again. He was always away, leaving me to my own devices. I was his trophy wife, his arm candy. He was rich, old, and frankly, boring. Terry, on the other hand, was young, vibrant, and full of life. He was my personal driver, but he was so much more than that. He was my escape, my secret pleasure.
“Terry,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. “Take a detour.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. “Where to, ma’am?”
I leaned forward, my hand brushing against his arm. “Somewhere private.”
His eyes darkened, and he nodded, turning the car towards the city’s outskirts. We drove in silence, the air between us thick with anticipation. I could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the bulge in his pants. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.
Finally, we pulled into a secluded park, the trees hiding us from prying eyes. Terry turned off the engine, turning to face me. His eyes were filled with desire, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Justyne,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. “Then don’t wait any longer.”
With a groan, he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch of my skin. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with his belt. I needed him, needed to feel him inside me.
He pulled back, his eyes filled with lust. “Turn around,” he commanded. “Hands on the seat.”
I obeyed, my heart racing as I felt him move behind me. He hiked up my skirt, his fingers brushing against my soaked panties. He groaned, his fingers tracing my slit through the fabric.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He pulled my panties to the side, his tongue darting out to lick my folds. I gasped, my hands gripping the seat as he devoured me. His tongue danced across my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I moaned, my body trembling as he sucked and licked me into oblivion.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body coiling tighter and tighter. I moaned, my body shaking as I came, my juices coating his tongue. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he lapped up every last drop.
He pulled back, his lips glistening with my juices. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “I need to fuck you,” he growled.
I nodded, my body still trembling from my orgasm. He stood up, his hands fumbling with his pants. He pulled out his cock, the sight of it making my pussy clench. He was huge, his cock thick and veiny. I licked my lips, my body aching to feel him inside me.
He grabbed my hips, his cock brushing against my entrance. I moaned, my body shaking with anticipation. He pushed into me, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled out and slammed back into me.
He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me with a frenzy. I moaned, my body shaking as he fucked me into oblivion. I could feel another orgasm building, my body coiling tighter and tighter. I moaned, my body shaking as I came, my juices coating his cock.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me through my orgasm. He pulled out, his cock slick with my juices. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “I want to come on your tits,” he growled.
I nodded, my body still trembling from my orgasm. He grabbed his cock, his hand moving up and down his shaft. I watched, my eyes wide as he jerked off. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cum shooting out and landing on my tits.
He panted, his body shaking as he came down from his high. He looked at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “That was amazing,” he murmured.
I smiled, my body still trembling from our encounter. “It always is,” I purred. And our route to work has changed since then.
I sat in the backseat of the luxury sedan, my eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, catching Terry’s gaze. He smirked, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as he navigated through the city streets. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles tensed beneath his crisp, white shirt. I knew that look, that hunger. I felt it too.
My husband, Charles, was away on business again. He was always away, leaving me to my own devices. I was his trophy wife, his arm candy. He was rich, old, and frankly, boring. Terry, on the other hand, was young, vibrant, and full of life. He was my personal driver, but he was so much more than that. He was my escape, my secret pleasure.
“Terry,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. “Take a detour.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. “Where to, ma’am?”
I leaned forward, my hand brushing against his arm. “Somewhere private.”
His eyes darkened, and he nodded, turning the car towards the city’s outskirts. We drove in silence, the air between us thick with anticipation. I could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the bulge in his pants. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.
Finally, we pulled into a secluded park, the trees hiding us from prying eyes. Terry turned off the engine, turning to face me. His eyes were filled with desire, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Justyne,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. “Then don’t wait any longer.”
With a groan, he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch of my skin. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with his belt. I needed him, needed to feel him inside me.
He pulled back, his eyes filled with lust. “Turn around,” he commanded. “Hands on the seat.”
I obeyed, my heart racing as I felt him move behind me. He hiked up my skirt, his fingers brushing against my soaked panties. He groaned, his fingers tracing my slit through the fabric.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He pulled my panties to the side, his tongue darting out to lick my folds. I gasped, my hands gripping the seat as he devoured me. His tongue danced across my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I moaned, my body trembling as he sucked and licked me into oblivion.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body coiling tighter and tighter. I moaned, my body shaking as I came, my juices coating his tongue. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he lapped up every last drop.
He pulled back, his lips glistening with my juices. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “I need to fuck you,” he growled.
I nodded, my body still trembling from my orgasm. He stood up, his hands fumbling with his pants. He pulled out his cock, the sight of it making my pussy clench. He was huge, his cock thick and veiny. I licked my lips, my body aching to feel him inside me.
He grabbed my hips, his cock brushing against my entrance. I moaned, my body shaking with anticipation. He pushed into me, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled out and slammed back into me.
He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me with a frenzy. I moaned, my body shaking as he fucked me into oblivion. I could feel another orgasm building, my body coiling tighter and tighter. I moaned, my body shaking as I came, my juices coating his cock.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me through my orgasm. He pulled out, his cock slick with my juices. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “I want to come on your tits,” he growled.
I nodded, my body still trembling from my orgasm. He grabbed his cock, his hand moving up and down his shaft. I watched, my eyes wide as he jerked off. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cum shooting out and landing on my tits.
He panted, his body shaking as he came down from his high. He looked at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “That was amazing,” he murmured.
I smiled, my body still trembling from our encounter. “It always is,” I purred. And our route to work has changed since then.
