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I'd caught a ride over to the client meeting with a coworker, but he was heading to another meeting afterward, nowhere near our office, so I was hoping to bum a ride to the light rail station. I knew Cindy had been invited to the meeting but I wasn't sure if she was attending or calling in. If she was attending, I hoped that I'd be able to bum a ride with her. She worked for another company but we were teamed on a project and I'd found that I liked working with her. It wasn't just because we'd developed a good rapport and had even flirted a little bit; she was cute and had a nice figure, so I'd definitely had some unsavory thoughts about her. Even though a ride to the light rail station would only take a few minutes, I knew I'd enjoy those few minutes with her.
She did end up attending the meeting and was happy to give me a ride to the light rail station so I was sure I'd be in a good mood for the rest of that day. Little did I know. She pulled into the parking lot and into the drop-off lane near the station but, before I climbed out, she read the sign that was along the curb.
"Kiss and ride?" she said, "What's that about?"
"I suppose they expect people who are being dropped off rather than parking," I replied, "are being dropped off by people who they want to kiss good-bye."
"Ah," she said, enlightened, "Well, rules are rules, I guess, right?"
I turned back toward her, not sure if I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. She wasn't exactly sitting there puckered up for me but she had a look that seemed sort of like she was optimistic that I was on the same page. One thing for sure was that I'd never turn down an opportunity to kiss Cindy so, as I started leaning toward her, she started leaning toward me and our lips met. This didn't end up being a quick smooch before I jumped out of the car; it quickly became pretty passionate and our tongues were soon in each other's mouths. I was really liking where this was going but, if all we did was make out, I was going to be pitching a tent in my Dockers when I headed for the train. Fortunately, she apparently wasn't going to be content with a brief make-out session, either.
"I like the kiss and ride concept," she finally said after pulling her mouth from mine, "but before you go off and ride, I need...more."
I pointed toward a parking garage on the other side of the light rail station that was for the nearby entertainment district and suggested she drive over there. At that time of the day, we should have our choice of parking spots, some of which I was sure would be secluded and hopefully in a poorly-lit area. She drove over and up until we saw a spot that we both agreed would work. She backed in so that we'd be able to see if anyone was around then we climbed into the back seat of her company's SUV. The back seat was wide and spacious and we quickly had our arms around each other and went back to making out passionately. I brought my hand up to cup her small breast through her blouse, finding her hard nipple pushing against the material. Her hand dropped to my lap and massaged the rigid bulge she found there.
We stopped making out when she put both hands to work on unbuckling my belt and getting my pants open. She reached into my briefs to extract my throbbing tool so I pushed both my pants and briefs down to my knees. She pumped it in her hand then lowered her head and wrapped her lips around my shaft, sliding them up and down a couple of times.