It was a Wednesday, the last normal working day before the publication day and the four-day Easter weekend after which I had two days off as I was visiting my husband in New York so, I wouldn't get my sexual servicing from Stevie for almost a week which was the longest I had gone since we started.
I dressed especially for him. I wore a thin, black wool skirt that ended just above my knees with a pale pink, cashmere sweater that clung to me and emphasised my boobs. Underneath I wore a white, frilly set of an acutely cut bra, fully diaphanous panties, a suspender belt from La Perla and a pair of long, white stockings. From what he had said I knew that the combination of the suggested purity of the white clothing with the debased nature of what we did would be a real turn on for him and I wanted to do that for him but as much, I realised for me.
As the next day was when the local newspapers were published the offices were fairly busy up until midnight so we wouldn't be working late on our project as we had to stop the computers to do that. I spent all morning planning how I could have one more session before the weekend. I was toying with the idea of having sex in the car with him.
I was ready to leave the office around six, just as it was getting dark when Steve called.
"Give me a lift home?" he asked. That was unusual but suggested that he had some ideas, perhaps the same as mine and that excited me.
"Ok, ready now?"
"Yes, to save you any embarrassment with people seeing and causing office gossip, I'll be outside Toni and Bennies," he went on mentioning the nearby Italian restaurant.
Ten minutes later I pulled up outside the cheap ristorante. He appeared from the rear door. He furtively looked around and when he was sure the coast was clear he got into the passenger seat. We both giggled like naughty school kids until Stevie asked.
"I assume you want to fuck so got anywhere in mind?" he asked accentuating his sleaziness and, thankfully lack of romantic thinking.
"Anywhere?" I said as I shrugged my shoulders realising how I was admitting that I wanted us to have sex; I seemed to fall into that trap a lot. "But then I imagine knowing places for that is more up your street than mine," I replied thinking that I didn't really want a fuck with him in the car as that was outside the comfort zone of what we were, in the main doing. That said, messing around in my car where we might get each other off was very much inside that zone so the idea of sometime in a secluded place certainly had strong appeal.
As Stevie directed me to a derelict industrial area about five miles away, he lifted my skirt and stroked my stocking clad leg and fiddled with the frilly suspenders.
"Lift up."
"What?"
"Lift your bum up."
I saw what he wanted to do and I lifted up so he could slide my skirt up my legs. He got it just further than my stocking tops and slid his fingers between my thighs and started rubbing me. Thank goodness we got to the deserted and near derelict small industrial estate quite quickly as I am sure driving under the influence of an orgasm is, or should be a motoring offence.
I'd hardly pulled the handbrake on when he was kissing me and fondling my boobs under my sweater.
"How long have we got?" he panted as he pulled my sweater over my head and began unfastening my bra.
"As much as we want. A couple of hours or so," I gasped as my aching breasts flopped into view.
"No hubby waiting for you then?"
"No, no he's away on business," I told him. Once again I didn't mention that he was living in New York as I assumed that if he knew then he would pester me again to fuck me in my marital bed as he had hinted at a few times.
"Should have gone to your house then shouldn't we and done it in comfort?" he said giving me an idea but not for just yet
"We'd better not hang about then," he smiled as he tweaked my nipples. I leaned over him and adjusted his seat until it was as far back as it would go; then used my new found skills to unfasten his belt and release his cock for my pleasure.
It was still quite soft as I pulled it from his pants and he wriggled his jeans down to his ankles. I couldn't wait and stuffed his growing cock into my mouth. The next couple of minutes were amazing as his cock grew stiff and hard inside my mouth as I caressed his balls and forced the tip of my tongue into his foreskin.
He just lay back and called me all kinds of dirty names as he quite roughly, but very welcomingly squeezed my boobs and nipples as I revelled in loving his thick dick. However, bent over as I had to be it became a little bit uncomfortable so he suggested we get in the back. We clambered in there and I was immediately in his arms. Then I realised I had left the light on in the glove compartment.
"Oh fuck," I groaned.
"What?" he asked.
"I left the bloody light on."
"So, leave it."
"What if anyone comes?"
"We'd see their lights approaching and have time so sort things out," was his partly reassuring reply so I thought. 'Sod it,' and didn't bother.
I slithered down a bit and got his cock in my mouth again. With my knees on the floor, he had easy access to my tits, but couldn't get between my legs, which was where we both wanted his hands to be so, I lifted myself up so I was propped on the edge of the seat. His hand immediately went between my legs and he started stroking me through my thin panties.
His cock was fully hard now and I was delighting in putting on a cock-sucking show for him by licking the bulbous head, sucking his knob, nibbling his balls, rubbing both across my face and then sucking his scrotum into my mouth.
He stopped rubbing me between my legs for a minute or so to undo the zip on the side of my skirt. Tugging and wriggling until we got it off, I felt incredibly vulnerable now for I was just dressed in the flimsy, white underwear and stockings. Vulnerable for sure and a little no, very worried but also enormously aroused and horny.
Stevie's hand instantly went back between my legs. Pulling the gusset to one side and stroking me there before sliding a couple of fingers into my soaked and aching pussy. My blow-job became even more enthusiastic as he started to seriously finger fuck me.
"Oooooohhhhh," he gasped. "So, you like getting it at both ends do you?"
I didn't answer, but just kept sucking and wiggling my hips as I pushed back against his fingers trying to draw every last bit of sexual pleasure from them, it was lovely.
"I bet you'd love having two guys at once, wouldn't you?" he gasped as he held my head in place, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "You dirty fucker, you would, wouldn't you? Two big cocks, one in your mouth and the other fucking the arse off you. I bet that's what you dream about when you're fingering yourself at home."
In all honesty I'd never given such a suggestion much thought, but as he said it while he was finger fucking me and I was sucking his cock the idea suddenly had some appeal. 'Fuck' I thought. 'Where am I going with my sexual experimentation?'
"Does your old man want to see you fucked by another bloke?"
"No," I grunted, my mouth full.
"Well, I am always available," he laughed sliding a finger between the cheeks of my bum and pressing right on the hole as he had been doing quite frequently recently.
I was in the early throes of an orgasm when some movement outside the car caught my eye. Then I saw a torch light. Horrified, thinking it was the police I pulled away from him.
"Don't worry it's ok," he said grabbing me behind my neck.
