Lunch Out with Marika
Jim swung by Marika's office building at lunchtime. Ordinarily, they might consider continuing on to her place, nearby as it was; but, today was a school holiday and her kids were immersed in their indoor activities, no doubt.
Jim had brought sandwiches and wheeled his car into the adjacent building's parking lot. Ever since the pandemic, the staff of that building had been working remotely, so there was plenty of solitude to be found, and there were only a few cars parked near the rear loading ramp.
Jim was an older white man, successful and with a flexible schedule. Marika was in her mid-40's, of African descent and blessed with a beautiful chocolate body, toned and curved in just the right places. Dressed in her medical practice scrubs and running shoes, she exuded an overt sensual presence, flashing her wide grin and speaking in her King's perfect English. "Daddy, thank you for lunch!" A quick kiss followed as Jim backed into a space in the corner of the nearly vacant lot. Shadowed by a utility transformer, the couple was largely hidden, but still in plain view to anyone passing. Knowing that time was fleeting, Jim and Marika had but two pressing items to address: (1) engage in a round of car sex; and, (2) time permitting, wolf down their sandwiches and get Marika back to work on time!
Marika rose up slightly off the car seat, pulling her scrub bottoms down to reveal her panty-less shaved pussy. Similarly, she pulled her scrub top up to reveal her pendulous breasts, again unconstrained by a bra or other undergarment. As was their norm and custom, Marika always dressed in the morning in conformance with Jim's explicit her directions from Jim before she stepped out the door. After all, she was Jim's submissive slave and her interests and activities were always subordinated to his desires. Fully expecting to car-fuck Marika this day, Jim had directed her not to wear any undergarments so as to permit his ready access to all of her sexual wares. And, in typical form, she always complied, looking forward to his attention with anticipation.
With Marika reclined in the car seat, Jim handed her a pocket vibrator for her use. As his right hand crossed to her thick nipples, she opened her legs to access her wet slit, and switched on the silver rocket. Her hips moved rhythmically as she jilled; her eyes closed and oblivious to the immediate surroundings. Jim continue to knead her nipples, alternating between twisting and pulling at them with increasing fervor. He could tell that she was nearing her first orgasm. Her mouth slightly open, her breathing shallow and rapid, she buried the vibrator deep inside of her parted gash. As her head strained backwards, Jim reached down and grasped the vibrator away from her hand! Denied. Marika's eyes flew open and her lips moved in protest, but Jim's steely cold look stopped her from incurring more of his dominance. Her sweating breasts heaved as she centered her thoughts. He had edged her to nirvana and then ripped the pleasure from her.
She reached up to pull her top back down to cover her exposed tits. Jim's hand again interceded, stopping her effort and leaving her nearly naked. He handed her a sandwich and drink, not bothering to try to explain his actions or otherwise verbally engage her. Averting her eyes, Marika submissively accepted the food and the silence. If Marika had dared to look out over the parking lot, she would have seen the white pick-up truck slowly making its way across the pavement, and headed directly toward them. Now hearing its proximity, Marika looked up and saw that it was backing up next to them, with the driver positioned just next to her open window. She instinctively moved to cover her breasts and crotch, which actions drew Jim's immediate rebuke. "Bae, stay where you are. Do NOT touch your clothes. Obey me." Her hands fell to her lap, palms up in a position of servitude. She had no choice but to accede to Jim's instruction.
