It was 6:30 on an unusually warm February morning in downtown St. Louis. A light rain was falling and a thick fog had settled over the city. It was still pitch dark and only the traffic lights were clearly visible through the early morning shadows. An ungodly hour to be pulling into the garage. But Jean's heart and mind were racing. The text from Eric had come the night before. "Be here early tomorrow."
She knew what that meant. This had been going on for several weeks now. Eric had caught her eye from her initial job interview. He was a hard man to get to know but one who she found very easy on the eyes. He was unyielding, arrogant and authoritative. It was that last part the formed the basis of her attraction. He could be a total ass but he was undeniably all man. He was good looking. He was rugged. He was strong. He was insanely confident. He knew what he wanted and he went for it without hesitation. And what he wanted was her.
It began during an office holiday party in an old area near the brewery known simply as Soulard. It was a rowdy night of drinking for those who remained until the end. Late that evening Eric was standing back by the bathroom when Jean passed him on the way to the ladies' room. Up until that moment there had been only occasional suggestive comments or small talk. But she found herself watching him constantly in the office. She hoped he did the same to her. God she wanted him.
Walking by Eric, Jean instinctively placed her hand on his chest and lightly brushed against him. As she went into the bathroom it embarrassed her slightly that she had done that, and she hoped he wouldn't be upset. To her surprise, he was still standing in the exact same spot as she exited the restroom. He was waiting for her. "When are you leaving?" He asked before adding, "I'm only here because you are." It caught her off guard and a few minutes later when it was time to leave Jean looked around to find Eric. But he was gone. Damn! "Why did I hesitate?" She asked herself. She walked out with a few co-workers and she separated from them at the door to head to her car a few blocks away. As she walked alone a vehicle slowed on the street to her left. When the passenger window went down, she saw it was Eric. "Need a ride?" he asked.
Jean was not about to let the opportunity slip away a second time. She got into his car and his hand immediately touched her leg and remained there. Jesus, he was confident. Eric drove past her car and turned right at the next street before pulling into an open spot away from any streetlights. He immediately leaned toward her and pulled her firmly into him. They kissed and ran their hands wildly over each other. It was exactly as Jean imagined it would be. He was forceful in everything he did and on this night so was she. Her hands quickly found his belt and the zipper on his slacks. She was not stopping.
The next few minutes were a blur as Eric drove slowly abound the back streets of Soulard while Jeans lips were wrapped tightly around his hard cock. He held the wheel with one hand and the back of her head with the other. He knew just how he wanted it, and soon Jean did too. She could tell he was getting close when he pulled into another vacant spot off an alley. There he stopped the car and started fucking her mouth while now holding her head with both hands. His pace was frantic and the blowjob had turned into a total throat fuck. He was about to cum and when he did it was a thick flood. Jean moaned as Eric filled her mouth. She had never taken a load like this. His hands remained on her head, grabbing her by the hair, as he forced her down for the last few moments of his pleasure. He was in total control. He would later tell her that he enjoyed watching her struggle to swallow it all. Finally, she raised her head up and said, "you must have waited for this as long as I have.' Jean drove home that night amazed at what had just happened and with Eric's taste still on her lips. One thing she was certain of - it would happen again.
From there it became a regular occurrence. Whenever Eric felt the urge, a text would arrive. Jean would meet him away from the office at lunch time, after work, or early in the morning like this. Thus far, the scenarios were all basically the same. She would give him a slow deep blowjob until he was drained. His hand would go down the back of her pants or skirt and he would finger her while she satisfied him. This time Jean hoped she would be as satisfied as he had been during those previous sessions. The encounters had only served to amplify the desire she felt for this man.
Jean parked on the ground level a spot away from his car, even though they were the only two in the garage that early. Her hands were shaking as she pressed the elevator button. She was already wet. As she stepped into the lobby, she noticed that all the office lights were still turned off. A small lamp was all that appeared to be on in the back corner office. Eric's office. The same office where Jean so desperately wanted to be fucked this morning.
She was wearing his favorite black leather skirt with thigh high stockings and a satin blouse. Jean was a full-figured woman, and she knew how to show off her curves. The blouse accentuated her large breasts while the skirt fit tightly against her big, soft ass. She was all MILF and Eric loved the entire package.
