As I spotted Mari heading toward the exit of the bar at the same time I was, I almost turned around immediately and headed back to the happy hour but I knew she'd already spotted me, too. It wasn't just that I didn't want to leave happy hour at the same time she did; it was because I knew she'd be headed to catch the train just as I was and that meant I'd be stuck riding with her. Just looking at her, you might wonder why I'd be reluctant to spend some time with such a good-looking blond but Mari was painfully pretentious; I'd never been involved in a conversation with her that wasn't primarily about her. When we'd first started working on a big project together, me as an engineer and her as an architect, I'd definitely made every effort to tolerate her self-centered ramblings. With time, though, even those deep blue eyes couldn't keep me interested. Had it been acceptable to stare at her tits as she talked to me, I might have lasted longer but I was so far beyond even feigning interest by this point. Unfortunately, there was no escape this time.
Giving her my most sincere fake smile, I held the door for her while reminding myself that, if we caught a train pretty quickly, I'd be free of her in less than an hour. It didn't work out that way but I ended up not really having any complaints about how the night turned out. In fact, running into her as we were both leaving happy hour ended up being quite fortuitous for both of us. The conversation began innocuously enough but, by the time we were standing on the train platform, she was telling me about all the trendy places she and her friends had been the previous weekend. It was an effort to keep my eyes from glazing over but, because we were a bit after rush hour, once we were on the train, there was enough room that she sat across from me. She was wearing a fairly short skirt and her legs looked nice but I still made the effort to keep my eyes above her neck.
As the train began rolling, rather than continue the conversation about her cool and trendy activities, she actually asked which stop would be mine. I told her where I got off the train and that I walked home from there.
"My car is parked at the stop before yours," she said, "so I wonder if I could make you a deal."
"Yeah?" I asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I would be more than happy to drive you home," she said, "if you'd be willing to help me cum first."
"Did I hear you right?" I asked, certain that I must not have.
"I'm so horny and I'm tired of taking care of myself," she said, "and, look, I'm even wearing a skirt for easy access."
She spread her legs and raised the hem of her skirt, showing me her panties as my cock began to stiffen. My mind was racing as I was considering that I might possibly see her naked and, even if I didn't, at the very least I'd get a hand into her panties. Regardless of which ended up being the case, I was in.
"I'd be more than happy to help," I replied, trying to sound casual, "were you thinking we'd go to your place?"
"You said you have a roommate, right?" she asked, "I don't want to deal with questions from roommates and I know mine will be relentless. Do you know of somewhere private we can go and not be interrupted? I don't care if it's outside; it's a nice night."
I'd lived in the area my entire life so I'd been cataloging locations for activities requiring privacy since before I'd even been driving. A handful came to mind immediately. When we reached her stop, I disembarked with her, though I let her go ahead of me so I could admire her ass. She did have a really nice figure, with just the right amount of curves, along with the blond hair and blue eyes passed down by her Finnish ancestors. She led me to an expensive, sporty little two-seater that would be a little difficult to fuck in but could work for fucking on. I directed her to a location where I knew we could accomplish exactly that without anyone interrupting us and which her sporty car could also access without any issues. She parked and shut the car off then looked over at me so I indicated that we should hop out. If I was going to make her cum manually, just slipping my hand into her panties, we could have accomplished that in the parking lot of the train station or my apartment complex. Since we'd parked someplace private, I was planning at the very least to eat her pussy if not fuck her.
I wasn't planning on any kissing but, when we met behind her car, she moved right in and brought her lips to mine. I didn't resist, of course, and when her tongue found its way into my mouth, I obviously reciprocated. As we were making out and my cock was stiffening, my hands were on her ass, caressing it while pulling her against the bulge in my pants. When I slipped my hands up under her skirt, I was pleased to discover that her panties were actually a thong so I was able to caress her bare ass cheeks. Figuring she was probably good and wet, I soon pulled my mouth from hers and hunkered down in front of her. I lifted the hem of her skirt and had her hold it up then caressed the front of her panties, feeling the texture of her bush through them, before sliding them down.
Her bush was a thing of beauty, both incredibly blond and meticulously groomed. I could have just stared at it but, once she'd stepped out of her panties, I stood and lifted her onto the trunk of her car. She planted her feet on the bumper and spread her legs so I set her panties beside her and lowered my head toward her pussy, pushing her skirt up around her waist. I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting the abundant juices that were accumulating and causing her to moan. She lay back and held my head as I slurped at her pussy, continuing to moan and starting to rock her hips. After lapping up her juices for a bit, I slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy and focused my tongue on her clit. This immediately had her moaning even louder and longer while she held my head tighter.