Jack Stalker
Star
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
DRIVEN!
Rosamund Parker had worn a white, high collared, sleeveless dress with a flowery pattern to the party, one which just about reached her knees. However when she sat down it rode up to heights which would, she was certain, have gotten her raped to rags after just five minutes on the streets in certain parts of town. Her heels were five inch spikes and she had a small black clutch with her phone in it. Her lips were pink and her eyeliner was 'dramatic', it wasn't her best make up job... but she knew that her long blonde hair, tall slender frame and killer legs were normally all she needed to get attention.
Fortunately she wasn't in town, she was at a work party... and she should have known better than be looking to hook up there. Unfortunately she had developed a hard crush on the handsome new boss of her department, James Gandy, and she couldn't stop flirting with him. She figured he took it in his stride, just assumed she was being playful after a few drinks, assumed that nothing would come of it.. just another work party where a colleague got a little too tipsy. Then she'd made a show of being just a little too tipsy to drive herself home, and was anyone going her way?
She knew he would be.
So after an evening of innuendo and flirtatious comments, she found herself free of the party, managing to retouch her make up and straighten herself up before getting in his car... of course once inside her dress rode up again and she made no attempt to conceal a single inch of her long slender legs and killer thighs. She was dressed to get attention, a little too much make up and her best lace panties, which were just strong enough to stay clinging to her flesh until someone tore them off.
She wanted that person to be James.
Work romances never worked, did they? But even if it meant that she would end up with a bad rep, or being called the office slut behind her back by more jealous girls working beneath her, she didn't care. James Gandy, her boss, was too handsome a prospect to pass up, and any reason or doubt or second thoughts had been washed away with her last Vodka and tonic. So when she'd wandered into the empty supply room, while looking for the bathrooms (she didn't normally pop up onto the executive floor), she'd shamelessly fingered herself, feeling how wet she was when she thought about him had served to give her the push she needed to take things as far as she could.
Now she was in his car and while she was pretending that everything was normal, she was gushing between her thighs and a little concerned about whether she would be making the leather seats wet. Already she was messing up the directions to her apartment, deliberately, making sure James took a long while to get her home, pushing him towards more secluded roads.
Then finally she blurted it out, sliding her left arm around his shoulder and her right hand onto his lap, her fingers teasing at his thigh as he drove. "You know what I want Mr Gandy? Don't you?" she said, leaning over to whisper into their ear. Was he married? Did he have a girlfriend? Was he in a relationship?
Was she?
Didn't matter. Not tonight.
"I'm really into you and I don't really want to go home right now. Can't... not yet." she gave his thigh a squeeze, brazenly moving her fingers to lightly tease at his groin area. "So why don't you park up somewhere... I don't care where. Take the road into the woods, or park up behind some building in a dumpster filled alleyway, or put this car into an underground car park, the sort with smashed up fluorescent lights and not a soul in sight... or just stop in the driveway of some suburban house that has it's lights off." she teased her tongue against his ear, brushing her lips against his cheek as she moved away from the lobe. "Just find somewhere you can stop... so that you can fuck me... because we both know you want to, don't we?" she finished, sliding back into her seat, and staring at him, oblivious as to where they were now, just simmering with impatience and desire.