The Ride, © Copyright Author: E~Tales,
e_tales@hotmail.com

Kate was looking particularly hot the day of the company pool party.

With looks to kill to spare, she would always knock em dead at social gatherings and true to form today, her large breasts were squeezing out of her bikini top and tantalizing many of my coworkers. Well actually, her breasts weren’t squeezing out of anything – they didn’t have to - as they dwarfed the inconsequential triangles of material that constituted the bikini top. Only those partygoers that had labatomys before attending were having difficulty invisioning the lovely nipples that huddled for cover under these patches.

A tight waist flared out into a creamy smooth, heart-shaped ass that was similarly ill-protected from the suns harmful rays by material front and back which "to the eye" seemed one size too small and elicited furtive, appreciative glances as she walked by you, towards you, around you….or just stood there!

Kate was definitely the Belle they all wanted to Ball today and was making her man (me) very proud – and

horny!

Truth be told though, Kate was an innocent. That rarest of beautiful women whose body screams sex that actually doesn’t have the deliciously nasty mind to go with it as if the "batteries weren’t included".

Alas…. tis not a perfect world!

The product of a good but straight-laced upbringing, Kate was your "missionary position" type personality. Kinky being something you got out of your hair and "alternative" an option to make for dinner. An intelligent lady without question, but to her the "dark side"of sex meant turning the lights out.

But that’s where I come in….

We’d met years before when I’d begun working at the same company. Not a bad looking sort myself, I was immediately struck by her beauty and personality while my cock kept whispering to me about all her other fine attributes. As the fates would have it and they don’t always have it your way, she just happened to be incredibly horny as the result of an ongoing divorce settlement. Well, the workplace and her life was decidedly lacking in the alpha-male category…up until now of course!

If I could only be this lucky in the lottery!

So…the social gathering was contrived, the subtle passes made, the slow surrender commenced immediately and the "let the fucking like rabbits begin!" began. Come to think of it, I might take a pass on that lottery because this straight-laced babe was truly hot stuff once the floodgates were reopened and the times and places Kate came pouring out began increasing exponentially!

But, back to our little gathering…which is taking place some light years after Kate’s lovely pussy first began spewing for me. We had settled in to that easy, romantic, this could be getting boring, once a week boning that most people - who are doing the same people - do after a generations worth of solid ass-kicking fucking.

Warm & fuzzies not withstanding, I mean really. It looks the same, it tastes the same, it happens the same, when it happens…all the time. So what’s a good cock gotta do nowadays to keep the party lively?

Well investing in a skimpy bikini for your luscious lady to wear to the company pool party is definitely a step in the right direction.

Coupled with a two solid weeks of cajoling, convincing,.…begging, pleading, imploring…

Whoever said marriage wasn’t work was a monk. In the end she did it for me, very uneasily doing it for the Gipper. Presidential campaigns haven’t been run as effectively or exhaustively.

You see, I was the odd one. The "hey, lets stay in the park after closing and fuck" kinda guy. I think it was part of her attraction to me…you know, that "moth and flame stuff?". Well unfortunately I cant say that we ever saw the darkside of any parks but that didn’t stop my ears from perking up at the mention of group sex….or lesbian slaves gaining freedom thru sexual favors….or some such thing.

Ever since college, when I’d been visited by those evil library spirits while studying. Mind wandering…rubbing it absentmindedly…the rubbing it deliberately…finally whipping it out and jamming on a four alarm hardon – all the while the door to my room is unlocked. The thought of getting caught had enraged my cock, something making me powerless to resist. I’d swiveled my chair in the direction of the door, insuring that anyone entering would collapse at the sheer sight of my manhood and possibly come help me out. Thankfully, I didn’t suffer for very long and gave the spirits what they’d come calling for.

It was hot, unconventional and I was hooked – literally.

Meanwhile, back at the party I’m doing the social wanderings kinda stuff....drinking, chatting, eating, chatting, drinking, filling drinks….just having a grand ole time. I was also certain to make opportunities where I could slide an obscured hand quickly across Kate’s ass … taking a nice squeeze … or press my hardon gently against her. All of which would earn me a quick, muted rebuke but also serve notice on her that something was in the air…like me!

It was a fun game and after a few rounds of drinks, I noticed her rebukes becoming less fervent, more and more playful. She was warming nicely. At this particular buffet, Kate is definitely the entrée that everybody keeps going back to and its rare that she’s not surrounded by a crowd pressed close. Inhibitions lowered because of the booze, "festive" mood and her hot body, my coworkers are busily drooling over Kate and awarding "boner trophies"…. then try to conceal it from their significant whatevers with a towel or a quick jump into the pool.

Kate’s apparent refusal or inability to keep her nipples under lock and key isnt helping matters either. It’s a viscous cycle...nipple outline begets bulging bathing suit begets pencil erasers and warm thighs begets everybody run for cover! Ahhh…the sheer humanity of it! Then I sweep in, toss another log onto the fire with provocative sweet talk, gentle prodding and leave her to burn some more.

It’s was during one of these redezous that I learned Kate was cooked and ready to come out of the oven.

Whispering to her softly "you look so hot" ..she leans close and replies "well your boss’s wife just said the same thing….and it really did get me hot"

Time to leave! No gangbangs will be breaking out at this shindig and my hands are twitching with need to get a hold of her.

Stuck for far too long busily saying "ta-ta" to all my favorite colleagues, I finally jumped behind the wheel and from some surviving braincells came the call…"Gentlemen start your engines".

Before turning the key, I looked at Kate who was resting peaceably in the passenger seat that she’d laid back. A grin crossed her face as if she were dreaming. A broad smile crossed mine when I noticed that she’d removed her blouse and was wearing nothing more than painter’s pants coveralls.

Bending over I whispered in her ear "you were great today babe", just before extending the tip of my tongue into it.

"Now….you will be" she replies and detaching the suspender clasps she lowered the coveralls top, revealing her beautiful full tits, nipples already full and hard.

The Clint Eastwood movie "High Plains Drifter" flashed across my mind…"Who are you? Who are you??"

I eagerly gave her tits a quick delicious tongue lashing before cutting myself off, starting the engine and driving away.

My hands were stroking her gently, but I gauged that the true assault couldn’t begin until we hit the freeway. Kate just relaxed, "hmmmmm’d" occasionally and raising her arms up over her head, settled back to enjoy the ride. She was simply killing me with the sight of her beautiful, unattainable tits….and I sensed that she was devilishly loving every minute of it!

Finally we hit the freeway and that modern marvel called "cruise control" became my partner in this menage a tois! Setting the car’s speed at a "sure not to attract any interest" 60Mph and not troubled by twists and turns in the road, my hands (or hand for that matter) was free to squeeze and caress my honey to it’s little finger’s desire….and I have five passionate little digits believe me!

Cupping her round breasts, I gently twisted and pinched her nipples...causing her to squirm and slide deliciously in the leather seat. Everything was slow, controlled….build up. I could have stopped the car somewhere and pounded away at her, but I was enjoying the restrained freedom and Kate was just eating

up the slow methodical attention! The time for pounding wouldn’t be far off in the distance and by that time, it would be as uncontrolled as they come!

My bathing suit was somewhere by my feet, my cock securely held in her left hand which worked me like a stick shift all the while spreading precum over my dickhead with her thumb.

At this controlled speed, we were one of the slower cars on the road at that late hour and many a passerby would be startled from his monotonous, mindless driving by the sight of Kate’s naked breasts being pawed at reverently. It’s not everyday that the human brain must adjust from the monotony of National Public Radio to the sight of a beautify half naked lady being massaged openly – and still keep the car on the road!

The fact that Kate was willing to give herself to me in this situation, without a care to who could possibly see, was a true turn on and her real gift to me. I was repaying her diligently.

Soon the painters pants made their way to the floor, Kate’s feet found the dashboard and my fingers dove as deeply inside her as possible while still steering the car! My mouth watered at the thought of her tender flower at the tip of my tongue, but this was a game of delayed joy and that would not come for some time. So I had to content myself with stroking her juicy insides and taking a delicious sampling every now and then to hold me over!

Here I was the Master and she knew it. Much to her delight, I had long ago figured how to pick her lock correctly and soon my senses were dominated by her sweet smell and increasing moans of delight leading up to her first eruption of the night!

I should have made a career as a driving instructor given the control I exhibited behind the wheel!

As if life had not laid enough gifts at my feet that day, Kate opened the glove compartment and while saying "I have a treat for you…." removed a large electronic dildo which she quickly began putting to good use in her quivering, hot pussy. She was reaching another plane, becoming oblivious to anything but satisfying the demands her body was making.

Leaving her to her own devices, I began jerking on my neglected hardon in earnest. Beside me, Kate

was doing upward pelvic thrusts, humping the dildo! She was gone completely. Lost to all reality and

never realizing that a pair of lady passers-by were watching this entire display with great appreciation,

cheering her/us on animatedly!

If ever the phrase "You Go Girl" was appropriate, I was sure they were saying it.

Whether they saw see the streams of cum spit from my rod I didn’t know and didn’t care. This was between Kate and I and they were just the innocent bystanders along for the ride – literally!

Thankfully we were nearing home when Kate simply went over the edge. Turning to face the rear, she got on her knees...her beautiful ass pointing forward and in complete view! The dildo vibrated deep inside her and extending towards the windshield, directed us home.

When she started spanking herself, I thought I’d put the car into a ditch! A complete maniac by this time, I was grabbing her breasts urgently, cheering her on…

"YOU GO GIRL"!

The female passenger with the front row seat had her top off and was busily sqeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples, the driver started hitting the horn as if a winning touchdown had just been scored! Kate was oblivious to anything outside of her hot sex act and I began to think I had to be the luckiest man alive!

Well, we would all make it home safely….but as for the luck part of it, I didn’t know the half of it.

I became the proud owner of not one, not two, but three hot and juicy women!

The hell with the damn lottery, I’ll never get this lucky again for as long as I live!

Well maybe….