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."