Taing a Drive

Monday was a grind for Gino with all the shop guys razzing him, wanting details that he wasn't going to give. "Don't call me at the office unless it an emergency." She snapped at him. He had to hear her voice. Put her in one of her designer lawyer suits she was all business. Maybe it was the tight bun in her hair?

Tuesday sucked too. "Don't text me during the day." Demanding customer with an extra edge of bitchy. Ms Martin commanding all around her, queen B.... Attached image was a selfie at the front of her penthouse office, at work already before he had a shower. His return text was blocked.

Getting home a few minutes past seven he sent the standard 'I love you..' text with all the eggplant emojis...Blocked. Laying in bed he did what he thought was the rudest, most disgusting thing teens did on cell phones, sent her a dick pic. Picture perfect, jizz dripping on his fist, even got the white worm dancing in the air.

Those three dots...answer popped up. 'Still at work...Is this sexy?' Photo attached was a standard bathroom stall, her pencil skirt up past her hips. Lace panties around her high heels, knees wide open. Tampon that had done its duty dangling from her manicured nails, bloody gunk dripping from her pussy.

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Special ringtone woke him from a fitful sleep. 'At your door.' Two days had felt like an eternity rushing to the door. A few strangles of hair from her bun, seemed to be held together with a sharpened number two pencil. Framed her beautiful face, straight lipped and firm. Wrapped her in a hug over the dry-cleaning and small overnight bag, "DON"T!" pushing her way in the door.

"Can't wrinkle my clothes." Using the suit bag as a barrier. Mercedes was parked on his lawn as close as she could get to his front door. "Bedroom." She'd never been in his house.

She was striding to the hallway, "Last door on the left." He replied meekly, followed her like a puppy.

"Lose the shorts." Only thing he slept in, "Set your alarm for four thirty." Shoved his clothes aside so she could hang her suit freely like she owned the space. Turned to face him hands on her hips, suit and tie much like any man, never would she expose her upper chest, too unprofessional.

"Get in the bed." Her orders were giving him a raging hard-on, corners of her lips began to curl up, she had to turn away before he saw her smile. "Don't you have any spare hangers?" She questioned in disgust. Threw his three hundred dollar suit to the floor removing her jacket to hang in its place.

High heels began wandering the surroundings, took her overnight bag to the attached bathroom, shoved his shaving supples to the floor setting up her hair dryer and the other supplies, "You need a bigger shower."

"Flying bitch.." He mumbled getting her attention.

"Not a peep out of you.." Beside the bed beginning to undo her tie. Untucked her blouse unbuttoning from the bottom up. Slips the silk from her shoulders exposing her fine Italian lace bra. Waves her index finger he was about to say something.

High heels trample his suit on the floor as she drapes her blouse over the back of the chair. Reaches behind unclasping her bra, lets the straps slid down her arms. Sighing at the lack of confinement, caressing her boobs laying the bra over her blouse.

She had to turn her back so he wouldn't see her smile at the pre-cum leaking from his cock. Slowly the button, lowering the zipper over her butt cleavage, slight sway of her hips. Wiggles the material over her glorious globes, letting the skirt drop to the floor, "Hands off your dick!" Maybe she could hear, getting her smile under control.

High heels stepping from the piled skirt bends lock kneed to retrieve it, hangs it in the closet. All she can do to stifle her laugh, his short breaths getting louder. Four fingers from each hand splayed on her hips, pointing to her core, turning to face him. Leakage at her crotch is very apparent, white lace stained with the menstrual travails that every woman has to deal with.

Leaning over his feet at the end of the bed she removes the soiled undies, drags her breasts up his legs. Crawls so his throbbing member is smothered in her hills and curves around her valley. Settles her hips on his so he can drive the dirty roads. "Smell these.." panties in his face.

Can't keep his hands from her luscious tits, her ass gets a few gropes before a slap or two. Grabbing his hands she locks them on her high heels, the only clothing left. Grinding the string in her vulva over his length, her hands on his chest holding him down. "Fucking cunt!" He growled, she stuffed her panties in his mouth so he couldn't speak.

In ten minutes they had reached the level of lust that they experienced after the first drive in her beloved Ferrari. Turned on, tuned up, ready to roar with out a singe kiss. Rubbing the tip of his hotrod at the entrance to her gushing tunnel, she pulls the string from her nasty byway.

It was a crash, both of them shocked into stillness in the smoke and rubble, staring into each other eyes, joined together in eternity. In a dream she pulled the pencil in her bun letting her hair fall to her shoulders, plucking the rag from his mouth they were kissing, fucking for their lives.

His white lines in the road became a blur. Releasing her tight hair style was popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. Body fluids splashing wildly, lightning bolts illuminating the road. "Gino I love you!" Roar of her engines was breathtaking collapsing on his chest.

Beeping of the alarm woke him, throwing the clock across the room he could hear the shower. Tearing down the shower curtain stepping into the tub for an embrace ending with a tender kiss. "Couldn't wait huh?" She smiled, she could feel his need, her hand always sought his hose with a mind of its own. Her smile, "Do it.." Aiming him at her belly, let his piss rinse away the suds on her belly.

Few minutes later "Thinking of me?" Loudly over the noise of her blow dryer. Stroking his hard dick in the shower, he loved watching her nude body fixing her hair in a tight bun. She wasn't laughing any more doing her discrete makeup, "Take care of that yourself...I know you've done it for years." Hot water was running out.

Intimate and beguiling his eyes wandered while she was on the toilet. Concentrating on expelling her fluids to the last drop, using two sani-wipes. Inserting the tampon triggered his gun, wad cutters arcing over the side of the tub adding to the mess, cold water couldn't stop it. Walking away over her shoulder, "Now you know for sure you're not a father."

Black cotton panties, beautiful legs covered by the panty hose. Padded bra for her hormone effected breasts covered with a pink blouse. Black flowing pleated skirt, "We need to talk.." Becoming stringent tying a black bow tight around her neck. "Go directly to our ridge home Saturday after work."

Hearing 'our home' instead of 'my home' settled his anxiety slightly, he would call in sick if she would stay and talk now. "Working on something that is very important," Slipping on her black jacket, "No distractions.."

Transformation was complete, ice queen was walking out the door with out a kiss. Hesitated before closing the car door, "Don't wash the sheets for a couple days, you made the mess you sleep in it." Neighbor leaving for his early start was scratching his head at the Mercedes parked on the lawn, did he hear what she said?

Late Saturday a lotto winner buying a used Ferrari had him ready to blow a gasket, thought they could order him around throwing cash all around. He'd been dealing with trust fund babies, egoistical sports stars most his career, one of the very few times he talked back to a customer, "Get the fuck outta my shop!" Dealer ship manager was not happy with him.

Only text he had received was Stella in a rather plain outfit, something a recent college grad would wear. Dress to impress, first business suit, clothes a college student couldn't afford, 'I'm waiting..we need to talk.' His vintage Alfa Romeo hadn't been driven that hard in ages, her front door was open.

"SIT!" Clickity-clack the red high heels were more expensive than the grey Nordstrom Rack suit, she meant business. "My first big settlement was birth control negligence, big pharma is a plague on the earth." She explained how they kept the court case sealed. Details on woman's menstrual cycles, periods of ovulation, when it was safe for him not to inseminate her. "Don't cum in my pussy unless I say so!"

She wouldn't let up on him, "You're too immature to be a father.." Poured herself another martini with out offering him one, he needed something, seething...jacket falling open occasionally so he could see her braless excited pokies. Her provocative glances at the lump growing in his uniform pants.

"Fuck you!" Out of his chair backing her up against the solid dining room table. He was still obsessed about her coming to his house the other night. Blue cotton vee neck pullover blouse ripped down the center, couldn't stop himself from pinching and twisting her nipples viciously.

Shaking her head so a few more strands of red hair came loose from her messy bun, sly smile forming. "Threw the sheets away.." he was trying to provoke her. Her jacket manhandled trapping her elbows with one of his strong hands, "Had to get a new mattress." Using his angry voice. Pulling her skirt up it just ripped away exposing her bald glistening pussy.

"Don't rape me!" She's struggling, kicking, one of her red heels went flying, "No! I'll get pregnant!" On the table top using all his strength fucking into her pussy his feet came off the floor. Within a few seconds he was pumping several days of sperm battering her cervix.

Her struggling turned to passionate kisses, she had to have all of him, she lost her will, her mind when his cock was gushing his life into her, "Gino! Gino! Love you!"

Smiling down on her, she was laughing so hard, couldn't form a word. Hugging him tight, pelvic muscles milking him for every last drop til his limp dick was pushed out, "Ready for a drink!"

"You planned this!" He was laughing too.

She was tossing her tattered clothes aside watching him get naked, "Nasty man.." She moaned, his stubble felt so good on her inner thighs..

For the next several months that's the pattern they established. Every Saturday night and Sunday at the ridge home. Once or twice a week she would sneak into his home late at night.

Kept her ovulation cycle on a calendar relying on the rhythm method, she wanted rough anal during her peak periods, almost as good as when he filled her pussy. They both loved having sex when she was ragging, becoming a nasty fetish.

***

Only exception was Gino getting promoted to service manager. Had to find two people to do the job that he did as assistant manager. Kenny, the retiring service manager lived for Ferrari's. Englishman worked for the Ferrari race team and the factory for years. Immigrated to the USA years ago, very few people knew he was part owner of the dealership.

Seventy nine years old, two weeks after retirement he passed away in his sleep. His wife passed about five years ago, reading of the will and Gino was now a part owner. Stella took a Friday off, a three day weekend for the celebration of life.

Hundreds of new and vintage Ferrari's were arriving at the dealership, some as far away as California and New York. Retired race car drivers, other luminaries, they wrote about the gathering in the magazines. She was lovely in the red Ferrari sundress. "Make love to me.." Both of them walking on pins and needles for the next two weeks for different reasons...

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'Driver will pick you up..wear your new suit!' Text arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. He missed her dearly, first weekend apart since the romance began. She was coming home earlier than expected. Conclusion of her litigation was in New York City, longest week of his life. He had the four caret marquis diamond ring in his pocket.