Part 1: First Flash of Ginger Fire
I work in an unremarkable multi-story office building in a nondescript office park in southern California. Fortunately, thanks to being general counsel for a small tech company I have a private office for those "privileged and confidential" conversations. It affords me a decent view of the surrounding buildings and neighborhood, so I often idly scan the environment with a pair of binoculars.
I know enough about birds and wildlife that no one questions the large brass naval binoculars on a tripod at the window that I keep pointed towards the neighboring wetland and wildlife preserve.
I first saw her one Sunday afternoon, stuck on a call with an Australian company. My only job was to make sure that Sales didn't screw anything up, which I was fairly confident they wouldn't. The buyers are so many time zones ahead of us over there in the Down Under that it was already Monday morning for them.
I could have just dialed in from home, but it was a short bike ride and a nice afternoon. No one would be in, so the office would completely quiet, not even a cleaning crew to disturb. I idly skimmed the neighboring office buildings with a compact pair of binoculars, but they were completely vacant. I looked over the ornamental bushes into a neighboring subdivision, but the glare of the afternoon sun was too great to see anything interesting. And no one ever tanned naked on the tiny second floor balconies.
The phone call droned on about prices and IT support options.
I had parked my bike in the bike room, so the parking lot was completely empty, that is, until she rolled in. Black convertible, black interior, dark sunglasses, and coppery red hair.
She circled the parking lot, then backtracked to a spot in the middle of the parking, where a few trees and bushes obscured the view from the road. She got out of the driver's seat and walked around to the passenger seat, flirtatiously swishing her black-and-white print dress from side to side. She wasn't alone.
She coaxes a man about her age out of the car. He seems a bit confused what they are doing here, but she seems to know exactly what she wants.
She puts both hands on his lapels and pulls herself up to kiss him, standing on her tiptoes in black flats.
He hesitantly returns her embrace, still clearly a bit confused what her plan is. But he finally wraps his arms around her lower back, and it's not long before he's squeezing and jiggling her shapely bottom.
She breaks away for a moment and leans into the car, I assume to turn up the radio. Both he and I admire her pale legs as the dress flutters in the gentle breeze. She digs around for something in the console with one hand, then she looks back, wiggles her ass at him, and laughs.
She comes back to him, adjusting something in her cleavage and holding a large cellphone in her right hand. She clutches the phone as she wraps her right arm around his waist and her left hand moves towards downward to his groin. They start to rock and turn a little, as they sway to the music. Her head is close to his ear, she is probably whispering her plan to him.
They've turned about a quarter turn in this slow dance, so I can see she is indeed groping him through some loose fitting shorts that are starting to signs of erection. I don't blame him, I have one too.
I triple check that my camera for the video call is off and that my interior windows are set to opaque for privacy. I get up and check that the door is locked. But I don't want to move the tripod, because I'd have to be close enough to the window that they might see me.
I sit on the edge of my desk and focus in on the amorous couple. He looks like what some might call Daddy. Not yet middle age, but some salt and paper hair. He is wearing a long-sleeve blue athletic shirt that shows off some well-defined muscles.
She has pulled away from him, planting the phone firmly in his hand. She gives a little twirl, stopping with her back towards him and gesturing to start filming.
He gestures back with his hands, probably saying something to the effect, "What, here?"
She scans the parking lots in both directions, even glances perfunctorily towards my building, then nods coyly.
He shrugs and raises the camera in her direction, looking furtively around himself and shaking his head.
Her back still turned to him as she looks back at her reluctant camera man, she starts to shimmy her hips and shoulders. She starts to withdraw the object from between her bosom. Now I see, it's a thick, bottle shaped blue dildo, and she starts to suck and swirl her tongue around the tip as if it were a cock being offered over her shoulder.
She turns towards him, still fellating the toy. She backs up to the car and leans her bum against it, beckoning him with her finger to come closer to her. She spreads her legs and pulls the hem of her dress up to her waist, revealing no underwear and a smooth, pale pussy. She sucks the dildo with enthusiastic exaggeration as she starts to finger herself, spreading her wet, pink folds.
He closes the distance between them, starting to zoom in on her delicate flower when they both startle a little. She drops the hem of her dress and hides the big blue shaft in the folds of her dress. A car drives by the office park but doesn't slow down.
She giggles and sits down in the passenger seat, legs and car door open wide. She looks back towards the road, but now mostly shielded from view by the car, she seems satisfied they are less visible. Now somewhat seated, she can even hike the dress up high enough to bare a creamy white breast with a pert pink nipple.
She spreads her lips again, while wetting the blue shaft with lavish licks of her tongue. She traces the length of her vulva with the toy, takes a lick, spits on it, then runs the toy back and forth through her opening folds.
He dutifully documents her for at least five minutes as she spreads her legs and fucks herself greedily with the dildo. She gets on all fours, baring one of the most beautiful pale moons I have ever seen, and continues to have her way with herself. She lays back down in the passenger seat and drills herself until I can see her thighs quiver and a gush of diamond spray flies into the parking lot. She pulls the dress as high as she can, baring both her breasts and pinching at her nipples while she licks her toy clean.
I can tell he has reached down to touch himself a few times, but I don't think from my angle that he's actually exposed himself. Probably for the best. A man with his cock out in a parking lot usually sounds bad, even if his wife/girlfriend/mistress - whoever this temptress is - put him up to it with her own lewd antics.
