Pat dressed up for Halloween like I had never seen. She was a cross between a sexy Hooter’s cheerleader and a 100% slut. Starting from the bottom of her lovely legs, she had on a pair of white sneakers; her legs were bare with just a tan and so smooth and toned. The cheerleader shirt was Hooter’s orange and white and it was shorter than any cheerleader’s skirt I’d even seen. Her top was a Hooter’s tee shirt, tied up showing of her tight waist and all kinds of interesting rips in it. She looked like she had been rode hard and put up wet and she also looked so sweet and so damned fuckable I couldn’t stand being around for long without having to adjust my crotch. Pat is 30 and even after 3 kids she has the best ass of any woman in the office. When you walk behind her, her ass appears to have a sexy life of its own. As for the rest of her, she's short, blond, slim, nice face and a wicked sense of humor. I don't work with her directly, but I love seeing her around, particularly from behind.
Today with her cheerleader's skirt, obviously stuffed bra, and Hooter’s tee-shirt ripped showing so much skin, she looked in-fucking-credible. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a pair of pom-poms. When she jumped, her stuffed bra moved nicely and the skirt flew up enough to show you she wasn't wearing gym shorts, just a pair of what looking like satin panties of a lighter orange than her shirt. Damn she has got my attention and the attention of everyone she walked past.
Other than lusting after Pat every time I saw her in the hall, it was a typical day and came to an end after the clock took its normal forever to make it around the dial one lat time. Then things were looking up when I saw Pat standing looking very dejectedly looking at her car, which was parked right next to mine.
"What's up?"
"Oh this fucking thing broke down again and I can't get my husband on the cell. Can you give me a ride home?"
I have no idea where she lived, but the idea of sitting next to her was damn attractive. Pat isn't a slut, but she sure looked the part. Hopefully woody wouldn't give away my feelings. The last thing I need is her ticked off at me because I did something stupid.
I opened the door for her and was treated to a great ass shot as she got in my truck. The urge to reach up and 'help' her in was almost uncontrollable. By the time I got around my side of the truck, I was hard! She leaned over and unlocked the door for me and was still leaned over giving me a good view down her Hooter's Tee. She laughed when she caught me looking. "Yea, I know, I stuffed my sisters bra with about three boxes of tissues to get them looking like that. She has enough tit for both of us." On that note she started doing something under the shirt and handful after handful of tissues started hitting the floor. Not that I minded. It was harder than hell to keep my mind on the road from her being there. I can't describe her scent; there was something there, something earthy. I don't know what it was, but it was as exciting as she was.
When she got done a bra also hit the floor mat. I looked over and damn near ran off the road. She was stretching her back and massaging her tits. OH Fuck Me!
She caught me looking and pulled her shirt down tight. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were tight little points pushing against the material.
"What do you think, pretty tiny huh?"
I swallowed. "Damn it Pat, you want me to have an accident here."
"You’re sweet, but I was just comparing, I have nothing up here like my sister."
"Pat, you have great tits, and an ass that can't be beat." Although I would love to beat it once or twice. My cock was like a bar of steel now.
"Thanks, baby, I know I am not much there, but my ass always gets attention. She leaned up and lifted the skirt. I got a great view of a panty covered cheek and reluctantly tore my eyes back to the road.
She sat with her back against the door and faced me. Her hand was on her thigh. I was so aware of her sitting there and my brain was just barely keeping an eye on the road. She was so unconsciously driving me nuts.
"You know I know you like to look at my ass, baby."
"Of course I do, and so does every guy and half the girls and you know it." I was starting to sweat even though the weather was nice and cool.
She lifted up her skirt and flipped it up to her waist at the next stoplight. Her knees were apart so when I looked over I got the view of her open thighs and her panty-covered pussy. I looked down and was drowning in by the muscles of her thighs, stretched like tight cords directing my gaze to her hidden prize. “Relax baby, I don’t fucking bite.” I had never heard her curse before. I wonder if she got a little drunk at lunch. I heard she and a few others went out to party a little and were late getting back in.
"Do you know what I did today?"
"Beside dress up so sexy and hot? Nope. I didn't see you much today."
"I got fucked today!"
That bombshell nearly killed us both as I swerved into the oncoming lane of traffic and back. She was laughing her ass off by the time I got control again. I don't think she realized how close we came to dying. Her fingers were brushing against her pussy and inner thigh as I stared at her while pulling onto the shoulder.
"Bullshit!” was my only reply. She was driving me totally nuts.
"You don't believe me? I got well fucked today, but it only left me wanting more. I went looking for you, but you went to lunch with someone else."
"Patty, quite playing here, there is no way you fucked around at work and you know it."
"I did so and I can prove it." With that she pulled aside her panties and I saw her pussy for the very first time. She pulled apart her lips and a small whitish/clear cream flowed. She caught it on her finger and waved it under my nose. "And all that cum is still inside me. I made each one cum in a cum-filled pussy because my husband filled me up before I went to work today. These plastic panties kept it all in."
I was shocked and still so damned excited. She looked down at my cock and smiled a grin that said pure slut. “How many guys?”
"I fucked 6 and blew them also. But no one would eat my cunt.” She changed the subject before I could react. “Becky told me about your cock last year when you had that fling with her. She never could keep her mouth shut. Although why you wanted to fuck that little bitch and not me I will never understand.” She reached over and grabbed my cock, squeezing hard. "Be number 7 for me."