The door opens and no one is standing in front of the door. You take a quick turn, directing Clarice down a side hallway. You know a shortcut to the parking ramp. Coming out from the bathrooms is one of the V.P.s of the company, Melissa Banning, a tight, sveldt brunette with killer legs in a woman's business suit. Her eyes run up and down your frame, then Clarice's body. Her eyes go wide when they get to the bottom of Clarice's jacket. Then you are past her and at the door to the parking garage. You push through.
The ramp is empty, and a quick run gets you to the car. Clarice waits for you to open her door. You open your door and cycle the locks. Clarice scans the empty ramp and opens her side. She sits in the seat as you sit. The jacket is bunched up around her hips, showing her downy blonde cunt. You grin at her and start the car. She tells you her address.
Once you get out of the ramp, Clarice reaches over and rubs your bulging pants. "I really appreciate you driving me home, . Let me thank you personally." Her fingers deftly unzip your pants and fish your cock out of your boxers. Her hand pumps you up to full stiffness, as you try to avoid hitting anything. She leans down and you gasp as she takes you deep into her mouth. Her tongue and lips whip you into a frenzy of pleasure. In a short stretch of two miles, you are just about to explode, when Clarice takes you to the root, brushing her nose into your pants. Her mouth squeezes you hard as she swallows. You growl and desperately maintain the car driving straight as you erupt in her mouth. She swallows your cum expertly, not leaving a drop. She takes your cock out of her mouth and slips your wilting hard-on back in your pants and zips you back up.
She smiles at you as you drive the rest of the way to her apartment. You park near the front door to the building. |