It started out as an innocent enough happy hour in the bar area of a sports bar near work. All of the old workers came out and celebrated Elsa's (yes, just like the Disney movie) last week at work. She had found a new position with a competitor in San Antonio, and in two weeks she would be gone. I, for one, was going to miss her.
As usual, we all drank more than we should have, and before I knew it, it was closing time. I looked around and realized that it was just Elsa and me at the table, laughing about an old story. "Wow, it's getting late. I've already had one too many, and should probably get rolling," I mentioned. I knew Sarah was out of town for the next week visiting her parents, but I didn't think it would be appreciated if I stayed out at the bar with another woman.
Especially how clearly drunk I was. Especially with Elsa. And especially the way Elsa looked tonight: 5'8" with an athletic build and short, curly blond hair. The cleavage from her firm D cups spilled over her gorgeous red sun dress that barely came up past her nipples and hung just under her petite ass. Her bright green eyes pronounced her high cheekbones and feminine smile, and her stockings and tall heels accentuated Elsa's long, fit legs.
Elsa had always been the hot girl at work, and an amazing tease; I used to have a huge crush on her before I met my current wife. To be honest, it never really went away. I had spent many a session even after getting married, in the shower, shooting loads into the drain thinking about her fantastic body and beautiful face. Although I had stopped the obsessive thinking about her, I was going to miss her amazing beauty and wonderful tomboy-ish personality...
Elsa brought me back from my daydream, "Yeah, I should probably get home, too. Though to be honest, I don't have anything good to go home to, cats notwithstanding. My boyfriend has been a total asshole since I told him I was moving, and he still hasn't decided to move with me yet. To be honest, I haven't gotten any lately if you know what I mean."
"Funny, I know the feeling. Well, let me walk you to your car," I responded. Sarah and I had been married a few years, and things had gone stale. I was beginning to wonder if she was frigid, as the sex stopped almost immediately after we were married.
It had been quite a warm fall day when we arrived, and neither Elsa nor I had brought a jacket; but like most late-September days in the northeast US, it had cooled considerably, and a light rain washed over us as we opened the doors into the night air.
We reached her car, and instead of quickly slipping into the leather interior of her shiny black Cadillac as I expected, she leaned back against the car and opened her arms, "Just one last hug to say goodbye? I don't know if I'll ever see you again outside of work."
She had a point. There was no good reason for Elsa and I to ever get a hold of each other; we'd always flirted, but I was with Sarah during the entire time that I've known Elsa. And with office gossips, it was never a good idea to give the rumor mills any fodder, so we mainly kept our distance.
I couldn't help but notice that her nipples had protruded and she had goosebumps from the chilly rain. Tonight, finding Elsa alone in the parking lot, and with the rain beginning to soak her tiny red sundress and curly hair into her toned skin, I was a little nervous about even a hug. But my drunk mind figured, "what the hell, I'm never going to see her again," and walked into her arms, pushing her against my car.
A deep breath brought her heavenly aroma of an unknown perfume, and I found myself literally less than an inch from Elsa's ear. "I'll miss you," I heard, and felt Elsa's hot breath in my ear, a stark contrast to the cold night. "I'm going to miss you too Elsa," I couldn't help but whisper in hers.
The electricity at that moment had been building for years and was peaking as I heard Elsa continue, her lips pulling from my ear to within an inch of mine, "I need you to know that I've had a crush on you since I started. And... I've never really gotten over you." And with that, an incredibly light kiss on my lips, just under my ear, then another light peck on my neck.
Before I knew it, we were facing each other, now our lips less than an inch apart. "You know I can't..." and Elsa stopped my breath with another kiss on my mouth, this time a real kiss. I try to blame my drunken state for what happened next and the spiral downward that became the evening's events.
Everything escalated in a flash. My left hand pulled Elsa's head closer to mine, and my right began caressing Elsa's leg and ass, now wet from the downpour. I returned her kiss gently, and began rubbing my left hand through Elsa's hair. Elsa was lightly flicking her tongue out to my lips, and I gently sucked her tongue in. My right hand had moved to Elsa's thigh and pulled her left knee up to my hips, and I easily slipped her panties aside.
My hand moved to cup her pussy, and I slipped my middle finger inside. She was already very warm, and incredibly moist. Like me, she had clearly not gotten laid for a long time, and in our proximity I could feel her heart pounding as quickly as mine.
I was incredibly excited myself, and shoved my own pants and boxers down as fast as I could manage. Both of our hearts were racing, and our breathing came to a rapid pace. In a matter of seconds I grabbed Elsa's left leg and, lifting it up past my hips, I slipped inside of her. With the rain continuing to run over us, we kissed passionately while she wrapped both of her long legs around me and I further entered the sweet pussy that I had ached for for so many years. I couldn't believe I was fucking my fantasy girl in the parking lot of a chain restaurant!
"Oh god, you feel so good inside of me, oh fuck yes, fuck me hard, fuck me hard baby, I've wanted this for so long" Elsa panted as we continued in the open parking lot.
