It begins to rain harder and he holds his briefcase over his head. He stands outside an upscale, Lower Manhattan restaurant just having finished a gathering with business partners. He looks down the street in hopes of taxi. Nothing.
"Cripes, I am going to be soaked to the bone." he thinks as he begins to walk north towards the subway.
A block away he stops again, walks to the curb and takes a look up the street. As he begins to walk away, a limousine slows and pulls to the curb. He watches as it stops. The back window lowers, though he can't see inside.
From inside the vehicle a woman's voice says "Would you like to get out of the rain?"
Uncertain, he pauses for a moment and then says "Yes".
He hears the doors unlock, reaches for the handle and opens the door. He ducks down and enters.
It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He sees a woman about his same age, shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She's wearing a dark jacket and skirt that only partially hide her figure. It appears she is returning from a similar affair. He admires her legs.
"Where are you headed she asks?"
"Home, Upper West Side. 387 109th".
"Nice area," she responds, "Better make yourself comfortable though; it's going to be a long drive. Traffic is slow going tonight."
He pulls off his overcoat, and places it over his briefcase on the floor. She relays the address to the driver and asks him to raise the privacy window.
"You're a handsome man", she says as she watches him.
He lowers his eyes shyly and says "Thank you".
They make small talk as they slowly move through stop and go traffic. Eventually she shifts herself and slides closer to him.
She turns toward him and places her hand inside of his suit jacket. She finds his tie, takes hold, slowly pulling him toward her. Their foreheads touch and they hesitate before kissing. His tongue darts into her mouth and she nips at it, reminding him to go slow. He shifts and begins to kiss down her jaw line to her neck, inhaling her perfume. It's sweet and familiar, and fills his head as he makes his way to her ear lobe.
She runs her fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. He works his way back as she clutches at the back of his head. His hand finds its way down her side, searching for the edge of her skirt.
She lets out a soft moan when he finds it, signaling her approval. He feels the soft flesh beneath his finger tips and himself starting to strain at his trousers. She releases her hand from the tangle of his hair and soon after he hears the sound of the zipper on her skirt. He slowly pulls his head back from her neck and finds her looking into his eyes. As she nods her head she closes her eyes.
He slides off the seat now, kneeling in front of her he strips off his suit jacket. His hands run up the side of her skirt, she raises her hips off the seat, and he slides the skirt out from underneath her and down past her feet. He runs his hands up the inside of her thighs; he can hear her breathing hard. He continues running his finger tips lightly over her thighs and she begins to gently buck her hips with desire, beckoning him. He leans back to take in her full beauty.
Her chest heaves as she breaths hard, her blouse partially covering black panties. His hands run back up the length of her thighs, grasping hold of her panties. Again, she raises her hips to allow him to slide them off of her, revealing her neatly trimmed mound as she parts her legs further. His hands find their way back and he runs his fingers down her belly and into the soft tangle of hair. She lets out a gasp as he traces her folds. He begins to feel her moisture and gently parts her.
"Yes" she moans as he kisses his way up her thigh until he finds her mound.
He can't wait to taste her. The sudden feel of his tongue on her causes her head to buzz. He pulls back and with one finger in side of her, he rubs her clit with his thumb. He buries his head again and draws her nub into his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he can hear her slowly repeat as he gently sucks.
To give him more access she raises her leg, resting it against the side window. The driver looks in his mirror at the darkened window and smiles when he hears her foot rhythmically pushing against the outside. Her hand is back in his hair again and she draws him into her tighter. With the other hand she finds a nipple through her blouse and bra, teasing it erect.
Finally she pushes him away, telling him "Not yet, I need you inside of me."
He's upright on his knees as she leans forward reaching for him.
"Damn it!" she curses as she struggles with the belt.
