Driving Lady C
I was doing Nigel a big favour, a family crisis and no one else to help apparently. Nigel ran an upmarket cab or executive cars company as he called it. From what he told me, he did get to drive some high rollers and even celebrities around at times.
He'd asked me to drive one of his regulars tonight, some rich lady that he drove for 3 or 4 times a month, normally to evening events, horse racing that sort of thing. Lady C Nigel referred to her as but said I mustn't call her that to her face. He also mentioned that the husband was normally in tow but rarely spoke unless he'd had a beer.
Nigel owed me big time, I'd had to put on a suit, collected the car from his garage and it was likely to be the early hours before I was finished. Nigel was a good mate so I didn't mind too much, plus he said I'd get all the money he'd be paid. Nigel had told me exactly what car to take, a big black Mercedes S Class, it was like nothing I'd driven before. It only had two seats in the back but they were like armchairs. He'd also given me a list of do's and don'ts, etiquette about opening doors and the like.
I hated being late for anything so I was about 30 minutes early, I decided to park up around the corner and wait there. After about 15 minutes I started the car, headed around the corner and turned into the drive of a big modern looking house.
Pressing the doorbell I could hear it ring inside, one of those over the top chimes. Nobody came, so after a couple of minutes, I pressed it again. A minute or two later the door opened, an attractive dark-haired lady glared at me, looking me up and down. I was just about to say hello but she snapped at me, "You're early! You can wait in the car." Then she looked me up and down again before opening the door wider.
"In fact, you can come in, I might have use for you. What's your name?"
"Calum" I replied.
"Well Calum, you're certainly an improvement on Nigel in terms of appearance. Let's just hope you have his standard of manners and driving."
"I'll certainly try Caroline."
Caroline was just wearing a short silky robe, loosely tied at her waist. I couldn't help but notice the ample cleavage on display, in fact, it was impossible to look. I'm sure she had nothing on underneath it. It was a little bit arousing. Her hair just past her shoulders, slightly damp. There was no make as yet, it was easy to see Caroline was a very attractive woman. I'd guess Caroline was about forty and in very good shape. Height wise, perhaps 5' 4" many just a touch more.
One thing was certain, Caroline wouldn't be ready for the time I was meant to have picked her up at.
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"Make yourself use full, I've got a glass of champagne on the side in the kitchen that needs topping up. There's an open bottle in the fridge. You can bring it upstairs, there's a good man."
Caroline headed upstairs and I was left to find the kitchen. I wandered in the direction it was probably in and spotted the open door at the end of the hall. I walked into a big, immaculately finished kitchen, everything looked expensive, it even had a chandelier!
I spotted the empty glass, then found the bottle of Bollinger in the fridge to replenish it. Retracing my steps, I headed up the stairs and headed towards the noise of the hairdryer I presumed must be Caroline.
Caroline was in the bathroom of what must have been the master suite, she turned off the hairdryer, "Go and put it in the side in the bedroom then go wait downstairs for me. You can sit in the lounge, first door off the hall. I'll call if I need you." With that, she went back to blow-drying her hair.
I thought Caroline was a little abrupt, almost ride in her manner. Maybe that's why Nigel called her Lady N. I went into the bedroom, placing the glass on the dressing table, which various items of gold jewellery laid out on it. I also noticed a white dress handing up with an amazing pair of red sandals on the floor underneath. I felt my cock growing harder and the thought of Caroline wearing that dress and heels, she was going to look stunning. It made me forget about her manner, not caring how she might be, wearing that combination. I went to wait downstairs, not knowing if she needed me or not but perhaps hoping she'd need help with the dress.
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I waited in the lounge, browsing the internet, though I kept being drawn back to thoughts of Caroline. How attractive she was, what her body might look like under that robe and how hot she was going to look in that dress and heels.
I'd noticed the hairdryer had been switched off but didn't really hear much else, I wasn't sure of how much time had passed when I heard Caroline call out.
"Right, you can come and help me now. And bring the champagne," she added.
I nearly dropped the bottle when I walked into the bedroom and saw Caroline stood in front of me.
"You need to zip me up," she said casually.
The style of the dress it meant Caroline's right breast was fully exposed until the zip was done up. Her left arm was across her chest, the fingertips of her arm concealing her nipple. The bright red of her nail varnish providing a strong contrast to her pale skin. A large gold ring glistening on her ring finger.
The view just backed up what I'd thought earlier about her ample cleavage. It was perhaps the most perfect breasts I'd seen and it looked 100% natural and very firm. My cock was straining in my trousers now, I just hope she hadn't noticed.
Caroline's hair was pulled back and in a ponytail, bright red lips matched her fingernails. There was a smokey dark look to her eye make up. A simply gold necklace almost like a collar sat around her neck with as equally simple long slender gold earrings.
"Well," Caroline exclaimed! "Get a move on, put that bottle down."
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I quickly put the bottle on the side and focused my attention on Caroline's dress. Which was tricky, given the view I had of her breast and added to that I could see that she wasn't wearing any knickers. I slowly moved the zip upward, keeping it away from her skin. Just as the last moment Caroline slowly moved her hand out of the way and I got a brief glimpse of her nipple.
Caroline glanced at me, a knowing look and wry smile on her lips. All the time my cock was getting harder and harder.
"Fill my glass up, then you can help with me my shoes." I certainly wasn't going to say no to helping with those!
Refilling the glass I looked over at Caroline, she'd sat down in a high backed chair in the corner. She looked stunning and I could help notice that you could see the outline of her nipples through the dress.
I handed her the glass and watching intently as Caroline crossed her legs and dangled a foot to await a shoe. It was then I noticed that her legs were covered by very sheer natural coloured nylon. They could only have been hold-ups as I would have noticed tights or a suspender belt when zipping up her dress.
"Time for you to get on your knees, " Caroline said with a smile whilst waggling her at me.
I walked over to retrieve the shoes and returned to kneel in front of her. The shoes were divine, it was hard to describe their beauty. All red strappy sandals, with four pairs of flames running up the front and two ankles straps with small silver buckles. The heel must have been around five inches.
Caroline looked down on me whilst sipping her champagne. I undid the straps of the first shoe, took hold of Caroline's foot and slipped the shoe in place. Trying hard not to fumble I fastened the buckles.
Without a word Caroline's uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, holding the other foot out to me. It was a slow and deliberate movement, this lady knew exactly what she was doing to me, ensuring I got confirmation that she wasn't wearing any knickers. I repeated my actions with the second shoe.
"You should feel very privileged, I always make Nigel wait outside in the car."
Caroline stood, towering above me, turning on her heels she walked toward the dressing table and put her glass down. I watched, transfixed, my jaw almost on the floor, it was a sight to behold.
"Go and get the car ready, I'll be five minutes."
I slowly rose to my feet, trying to prolong the view as much as I could. I headed down to the car, turned it around so the right side of the car was facing the house and opened the rear door ready for Caroline to slide in.
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The front door opened, Caroline now had a white shawl covering her shoulders and a small red patent clutch bag in her hand. Closing the door behind her she walked over holding out a bunch of keys.
"You can look after those," dropping them into my hand.
Caroline was square onto me now, she tucked her bag under her arm. Raising her hands she took hold of my tie, making a small adjustment. Then she put the index finger of her left hand to my lips.
"Not a word to Nigel about where you take me tonight," looking me straight in the eye, "if he asks, you'll say it was a charity auction."
"Do that and I won't tell him you had a hard-on the whole time you were in my presence!" Caroline took her finger away and pointed at my groin, looking down, "Is that clear?".
"Yes Caroline," I kept my reply simple, wanting to keep in her good books.
"Good man!"
Caroline stepped into the car, her dress riding up, the tops of her hold-ups on full display. She made no attempt to cover them as I closed the door.
I took my seat behind the wheel and enter the postcode Caroline gave me into the SatNav. It directed me to a country house about 30 minutes up the motorway.
I turned out of the drive and onto the main road. Glancing in the mirror. Caroline had her long slender legs stretched out, crooked at the ankles, stocking tops still on show. Caroline paid me no attention, tapping away on her phone.
