My job as a limousine driver in greater Los Angeles has put me in contact with a number of well known personalities. Our company has a reputation for excellence and discretion and is therefore very popular with celebrities and such. While most of this contact is of a professional nature, occasionally circumstances have become more intimate, resulting in some exciting sexual encounters. I don't claim this happens every time I get behind the wheel but I don't see much sense writing about the ones "that got away". I would rather make known the tales of the tails I've known.
For example, there was the time I was hired to transport Vanessa Williams for the evening. The assignment started out much as any other. I picked up picked her up about 6:30 and drove her to a local country club for a charity function. I wasn't too surprised that she was going unaccompanied. After all, I am a huge Lakers fan, and I knew that her husband, Lakers forward Rick Fox, was on an East Coast road trip for and had been for over a week.
As it happened, I had driven Miss Williams on a number of previous occasions and she was unlike many others I had driven. Typically my limousine passengers prefer to pretend the car is operated by a robot, allowing them to ignore my presence. However, she was very down to earth and had no problem with talking to the "help". The fact that she made an exception to this pattern raised her to the level of decent person in my mind. She had even told me to call her Vanessa; however since I wasn't comfortable being so informal and stuck with "Miss Williams".
Tonight was no different. She kept the intercom open during the trip and we talked throughout the ride, not focusing on any particular topic, just passing the time. She seemed distracted but kept up her end of the conversation. Soon enough we reached the country club and she went inside while I waited with the car.
About three hours later, the event ended and she was back in the car. However, instead of ordering me to take her home, she asked me to head up Mulholland Drive and take a scenic drive through the hills above Los Angeles. It was a clear night (for L.A.) and I didn't think too much of the request.
We cruised for about a half hour before she asked me to pull over into a dirt area that served as temporary parking for people wanting to park and enjoy the view. I opened the door for her and she walked over to the low stone wall that marked the edge of the overlook.
After a few minutes, she asked if I could bring her jacket from the car. I brought it over and draped it across her shoulders. She smiled as she thanked me and asked me to stay with her, that the view was too nice for one person. A few minutes, she sat down on the wall and patted the space next to her.
"Come sit next to me, Henry. I've got nobody to go home to tonight and I feel like talking to someone."
I did as she asked and we began to relax and tell each other stories about the different things we had seen and heard during our days in La-La land. Now she insisted I call her "Vanessa" and I found that I was comfortable doing so. I passed on a few stories about some of the things that had happened in my limousine, but carefully edited them to avoid giving away any names. She talked about the attitudes she had to deal with after losing her Miss America crown and how hard it had been to redirect her career afterwards.
After a time, her voice grew sad and she began to talk about how difficult it was to have her husband on the road so much. She spoke more freely than I would have expected and was quite frank as she explained that her husband wasn't into sex during the season, fearing it would sap his strength. I told her that I had heard that was a common practice among some athletes, particularly boxers.
Then she astounded me by confessing that her husband preferred straight sex when they did get together. She had only been able to convince him to perform cunnilingus a few times in the six months they had been married, and he never allowed her to give him head. She wasn't shy about making it plain that she wasn't too happy about the situation.
I was debating whether I should risk my job by pressing the issue or if I should let her continue to lead the conversation when Vanessa dropped her hand down to my thigh and rubbed my upper leg as she continued speaking. "Enough about me. What about you, Henry? I don't imagine spending your evenings working does much for your love life."
She had a point. As much as I liked my job, it definitely had its drawbacks. I admitted to her that my hours of work did restrict even the opportunity to meet anyone, never mind establish any kind of relationship.
"Well, aren't we a pair," she commented. "I can't get enough of what I want from my man, while you have all the best qualities of a man and can't find an opportunity to show them off."
Her hand had been rubbing my leg the last few minutes and the contact, along with the conversation, had gotten me hard. I was just about ready to start telling her how much I love to eat pussy when she took the final step and made me an offer I wasn't about to refuse.
"I don't sleep around, Henry. In fact, I prefer oral sex to fucking. How about it? You take care of me, I take care of you. Nobody talks. What happens between us, stays between us. Deal?"
Of course, I told her that sounded great to me. I knew she was horny, but she still caught me by surprise when she moved her hand to my hard-on and began rubbing it through my pants. Her fingers actually started to pull down the zipper of my pants and I had to grab them to stop her. As much as I wanted her to suck my dick, I didn't want to be interrupted and suggested we go somewhere a little more private. We were only about fifteen minutes drive from the small apartment I rent in Universal City so I suggested we go there. She was very open to the idea and we just about ran back to the car.
She rode next to me in the front seat this time, squeezing herself up against me during the ride. Her hand continued to rub my stiff cock through the fabric of my pants and telling me how much she wanted it in her mouth. I actually ran a stop sign in my eagerness to get home and still consider myself lucky I didn't get us in an accident
Her hands were all over me and by the time I parked at my house, she had my necktie off and my shirt unbuttoned. Even as we walked up the stairs to my place, she was pulling my shirt off me. I was amazed at how eager she was and my dick grew even stiffer with anticipation. I fumbled briefly with my door key, taking several attempts to get it open.
