Chris watched the girl walking on the pavement. She had short blonde hair that revealed the back of her neck. She had no tits to speak of but a beautiful ass. Chris was stuck in a traffic jam with Bernice his secretary. They were on their way to a meeting and the car had barely moved in the last half hour.
"She's cute," said Chris.
"Who?" said Bernice.
"The girl in the long brown skirt, looks like a student."
"Too skinny, no tits. I thought you liked real women."
Bernice was what you might call a real woman, 34D breasts, big arse, sexy legs, long blond hair.
"I like all women, I have a problem."
Chris did have a problem, for four months now he and Bernice had been having an affair behind his wife's back. The sex was great but he couldn't work, he couldn't sleep and he still couldn't take his mind off other girls. He took his hands off the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He tried to picture the girl on the pavement naked and sitting on top of him.
"We're going to miss that meeting," said Bernice.
"We're going to miss that meeting and it's going to take ages to get back to the office. It's been a wasted morning." agreed Chris.
"Think about all the better things we could have been doing." Despite the strong attraction between them Chris knew this affair wasn't serious. Bernice was using sex to work her way up the ladder. She'd admitted this already and he'd given her a pay rise for her honesty but it didn't stop the guilt. He loved his wife but there was something missing. At first he thought he'd found it in Bernice who was certainly different to his slim, brunette wife. Bernice could make him come like a rocket, he loved to kiss and suck her tits. He loved to grab her sexy bottom as she wrapped her strong legs round his back. She could give him give a blow job like his wife never could. Often she would get down on her knees whilst he was on the phone and put his cock in her mouth. She would make him shoot into her mouth by jiggling his nuts around in her hand and touching him right underneath between his balls and arse. Afterwards he felt lost. The guilt would overcome him and he would send her from the room without a thank you. What was it that neither his wife nor his mistress could give him? Chris looked at the cute blonde who was beginning to disappear from his view. He was gazing at the back of her neck. Could that girl give him what he wanted?
"We've never had sex in your car before."
Chris looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Its broad daylight, in the middle of London, in a traffic jam."
"So that's a no then?"
"Yes, that's a no."
"I'm just teasing you," said Bernice re-doing her long brown hair into the tight bun at the back of her head. Bernice was always smart for work. She tied her hair back neatly, and wore expensive suits with skirts that stopped just above the knee. She had sensible shoes with just inch high heels and a thin ankle strap that drove Chris insane. She wore fitted tailored blouses that showed off the shape of her chest without being tight or slutty. Bernice was short sighted and had to wear horn rimmed glasses most of the day. Chris liked her to keep them on when they made love. There was always a surprise waiting underneath this professional exterior, skimpy thongs, suspenders, garter belts and sexy lace bras. In meetings Bernice would sit next to Chris with her legs crossed, shifting her skirt so she flashed Chris a glimpse of her stocking tops and the bare flesh of her thighs. Sometimes her hand would stray onto his lap to make sure his big cock was as hard as a rock.
"You have had sex in a car though?" she asked.
"Kirsty, used to be mad for it when we were first married," said Chris. "She was always asking me to pull into a car park on the way home from a party."
"Dressed in her party dress?"
Chris smiled, you'd think she wouldn't want to talk about his wife but Bernice never knew where to draw the line. She didn't know there was a line.
"Was she dressed in some short party dress with her best jewellery? High heels and make up?" Bernice continued. "Did you drive some where quiet or somewhere where you could be seen?"
"It takes a while for Kirsty to get adventurous. At first it would be industrial estates and stuff, but as she got used to it, her naughty side came out and she would ask me to stop in lay-bys on main roads."
"Did you like that, screwing your wife in the back of your car? Were you thinking that some trucker might see her arse in his headlights? Did you think that some driver might fantasize about fucking your wife?"
Chris laughed. "I didn't screw her in the back," he paused and looked directly at Bernice. "She would put her seat right back as far as it could go. She would take of her panties and make me smell them. Then she would put her high heels up on the dashboard as far apart as they could go. Her dress would be up to her waist and I would climb on to her and fuck her. Her legs would be over my shoulders so I could get in good and deep, her heels clinking against the front windscreen. She would whimper like a little puppy. Sometimes I would come inside her but other times she liked me to take out my cock and shower my jizz over her best party dress. Afterward she would scoop some off her dress and suck it off her finger. Satisfied?"
Bernice was giggling, "Of course not."
The car in front pulled away, and for a minute it seemed like the traffic was moving. Chris looked around to see if he could see the blonde girl again but she was gone. They pulled to a halt again.
"I lost my virginity in a car," said Bernice playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Tell me about it, we've got time."
"I come from a small town in Essex. I was eighteen and when you're that age you feel so trapped in those places. The only way to gain freedom is to have a car as soon as you're old enough. One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen, three of us were walking around town. It was hot and sticky, we were all wearing summer dresses and...."
"You were over eighteen, that's quite old to be losing your virginity isn't it?"
"Yeah, it took me a long time to lose my virginity. In my twenties I really made up for lost time, and got myself lots of cock."
"What did you look like at eighteen?"
"Much like I do now, though my tits were perkier, big puffy white tits that stood up to greet you. I hadn't got used to wearing bras though and on a hot day like that I wouldn't have been. I knew even then how the guys liked to stare at my tits. A few cars had honked their horns at us, already that day. We were just so hot and bored. I remember my fanny getting so sweaty, my panties rubbing up against it. I guess now looking back on it we were as horny as hell, but then it felt like boredom."
"Had you been kissed before?" asked Chris.
"I'd had a boyfriend for about three months at one point! We didn't get very far though. Long fumbling kisses at the back of the cinema but that's about it. I let him put his hand up my skirt once but it didn't do much for me, I don't think it did much for him either."
Bernice's hands were still at the edge of her skirt and looking itchy. Chris felt the beginning of a hard on.
"So anyway we were walking along the road when this Ford Cortina pulled up beside us. Inside were two older boys we knew vaguely. The boy in the passenger seat was Pete, a friend of my brothers. They asked us if we fancied a lift. My friend Sarah was very sensible and cried off immediately saying we must be stupid to even consider going off with them. Laura, my other friend, was much more experienced than me and had already been with a boy. In those days I did anything she said, so I followed her into the car. Laura sat next to Gav who was driving and Pete sat in the back with me. Pete seemed very nervous and it took him a while before he'd even look at me. Things were going fine in the front seat though, Laura was laughing at all of Gav's jokes and keep placing her hand on his knee. We decided to go to South Weald, a massive park out in Essex. We took the car a little way down a track into the woods and then parked up. It didn't take long before Laura and Gav were kissing. I wanted to learn so I watched them intently. Laura still had her hand on Gav's knee, she was leaning forward and had her tongue in his mouth. They were moving their heads around clumsily and eating each other's faces in the way that teenagers do. There were soft wet sounds as they kept finding new ways to get their tongues deeper into each other's mouths. Gav put his hand on Lauras chest and started moving it around like he was washing a window. Laura touched Gav's lap where I could see a bulge. I was amazed at how Laura seemed to know what she was doing she started to rub the bulge making it twitch and throb."