I worked at a small pizza place. It was a chill place to work. We were always playing loud music and goofing around a lot. My boss was super hot. Here name was Victoria (everyone called her Vikki), and she knew she was sexy. She would wear small shirts that exposed her mid drift, sometimes exposing her large cleavage to us in the kitchen.
One day after a tough shift, she came up to me when I was working the grill. She gave me a hug, and I could feel her large breasts press against my chest. It made me feel all giddy for a minute afterwards, I was half tempted to go to the bathroom and rub one out, but I fought against it. She was so cute. The only problem was her husband. He was stern and seemed like kind of an asshole. He would come in the shop and give us orders, like he ran the place. He was tall, muscular, a real jock hot head. He coached a bit of football, and I always got the impression he didn't really like me, or any of us in the kitchen.
I never really spoke with him, tried to avoid him when I could when he was at the shop. I always got an uncomfortable feeling about him, like he really didn't like me for some reason. He was this tough older jock guy, and I was a smaller stoner just trying to get through my shift.
One day I pulled up to work and I saw him standing out back, by his truck. I happened to be in a rental car that day (my car was in a small accident). The rental place gave me this crazy sports car for some reason, and I was having fun driving it around. When I pulled up in it, it immediately caught Scott (her husband's) attention. He walked right up to me as I got out. "Oh great," I thought to myself. Scott approached me and the car, I felt so nervous.
"Cool car," he said, smiling, looking at the car, and then at me. I couldn't believe he was actually smiling. And talking, normally, to me. It had to be a trick, right?
"Y-yeah," I managed to stammer out. "Thanks. I got lucky at the rental place, this is just what they had."
"I see," he said, walking around the car, rubbing his chin. I stood there awkwardly, waiting for this interaction to be over with so I could get inside and get my shift over with. "You don't close tonight, do you?" he asked, getting close to me so I could hear him better.
"N-no, why?" I asked, curious.
"I just thought maybe when you're out, I could pull up, and we could go for a little spin in this thing? That is, if you don't mind. I, I would really like to try it out."
"Uh, yeah, sure," I said, not even thinking. Oh crap, what did I just agree to? This would be so awkward! A car ride with my hot boss's husband! He hated me, didn't he? Why would he want to do this?
"Great, great, I'll be here around 8, or 9, got some stuff to do in the office anyways. As soon as you're off, we'll get going."
"Ok, s-see ya then," I said, nervously now. I kind of wanted to run away for some reason. But I went inside, and powered through my shift, just a few hours of helping out with food prep and the basics. The shift seemed to fly by and it was near 9 now, my mind returning to what I'd promised Scott earlier. Did he not tell Vikki? I saw her today, looking hot as usual, but she didn't make any mention of this. Anyways, she was gone now, and I noticed Scott's truck out back as I exited the building.
The truck was running, but he shut it off and got out as he saw me, walking towards the car. I approached it too, greeting Scott, feeling super awkward, but I really had no escape from the situation now.
"Ok if I drive it? I know a little route around here I can zip around, then I'll drop you back off, shouldn't be too long."
"That sounds good," I said, handing him the keys, his large hand grabbing it. I walked around to the passenger side as he got in. Maybe this would be good. A little bonding with the boss's husband. Maybe he didn't (or wouldn't) hate me after all.
Scott took it pretty slow, only opening up the gas a little bit to test it out, as we started on this route he had planned. Feeling the car kick like that made me smile, admiring this cool car I was able to own temporarily.
"Oh you like that, do you?" Scott said, glancing over at me, catching me smile.
"Oh yeah, this car is great!" I exclaimed, smiling at Scott.
"Love a good sports car. The only problem is, driving something like this tends to get me too excited, if you know what I mean." I did, I think. But wait, what was happening? I felt a strange tightness in my chest, not panic, but a strange feeling.
"Uh, no, not really," I said, curious now as Scott drove on steadily, heading towards nearby wooded areas.
"I mean, my dick can sometimes get hard, all of the power. See what I mean?" He gestured down towards his crotch. His cock was definitely growing hard in his tight jeans. I could see the outline of it. It was like him, so big! I nearly started to panic. Oh my god, what's going on? Should I demand him to stop the car? I didn't do anything, I just sat back, occasionally glancing over, seeing his cock grow.
"Mmm, sorry, I can't help myself," Scott said as he reached down, softly rubbing his hard on with one hand, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly. I felt myself blush, I couldn't believe what he was doing. I also couldn't believe what else was happening, my own cock was starting to get hard, growing in my sweatpants. I wanted to hide it, adjusting my hands on my lap. Scott noticed immediately though.
"No need to by shy. Like I said, a car with power like this can really get someone going, it's natural. Here," He said, reaching over and grabbing my hands, moving them away from the tent in my sweatpants. His hand brushed the tip of my boner, and it made me gasp a little "Yeah, that's right, just let it be free. It feels so much better, trust me." My cock was sticking up hard in my sweatpants, I felt extremely turned on now, this was all so strange and hot to me.
"Have you ever, felt another man's cock before?"
"N-no, Scott."
"Mmm, you can call me Scott if you like, but I prefer sir, with someone like you."
"Oh, okay," was all I said, still a bit confused, this happening so suddenly, my boner raging at the thought of what was happening.
"Here," he took my hand again, placing it on his lap, "Just start slowly, feeling my shaft through my jeans." My mouth was open in awe as I felt his cock pulse and throb through his jeans. I gently let my hand run up and down, feeling the length and heat of it. I looked up at Scott and he bit his lip, his face lustful, but keeping his attention on the road. I looked back down and rubbed his cock a bit more, going down towards his swollen tip, squeezing it.
"Mmm, fuck yes, you sure you're new to his?" He moaned out.
"Yes, s-sir," I said, almost unable to believe I just said to him. It was so strange, but so arousing to be feeling his cock through his jeans. To think, a few days ago I thought he hated me. But that was definitely not the case, as I massaged his huge cock through his jeans.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned out. "Now, lean over a bit, put your head on my lap."
I still wasn't sure about this, but I obeyed, my desire leading the way now as I bent over, my head close to his bulge.
"Mmm, just put your lips around it, feel it through my jeans," he commanded. And I did, wrapping my lips around the thick shaft in his jeans, sucking on his pants. My own cock was so painfully hard now. I rubbed it with one hand, moaning as I touched myself. My lips traveled down his shaft, sucking on his pulsing tip through his jeans. God, how was he was so hard? Was it really because of the car, or because of me now? Had he planned this?? Oh god. I was so horny now, these thoughts filling my perverted head as I sucked on his head. Even though it was through jeans, I was pretty much sucking on my first cock, and I loved it!
He pulled up towards a parking lot in the wooded area, and I lifted my head back up, to take a look at our surroundings. I continued touching his cock through is jeans, his moans increasing as we pulled into a parking space. He looked at me and put his hand to my face, brushing it against my lips.
"I've walked these woods a lot at night," He said softly to me, still rubbing my lips. "There's a spot super close that's lit at night, secluded with a bunch of trees. Follow me, ok?"
"Sure," I whispered back, softly.
"Sure what?" he asked me, his finger playing with my bottom lip.
