The alarm went off only briefly as Lisa's hand swung quickly to silence it. She took a deep breath and, on the exhale, lifted herself to a sitting position. Next to her in the bed was her husband, Craig. She looked at him in the dark for a moment.
They had sex just a few hours ago and she was still angry. As usual, it ended quickly with him pulling out and shooting his cum all over her stomach. She didn't mind that so much, in fact she could have enjoyed it, if it wasn't followed so closely by Craig rolling over and falling asleep. Indeed, just like always, he got off and went to bed leaving Lisa unsatisfied and messy.
She sighed and swung her thin Chinese frame over the side of their tall bed. It wasn't that Craig was a bad husband, he was just a bad lover and Lisa was tired of trying to make things better. It didn't help that Craig wasn't exactly well endowed. Hell, he was downright small even within the minimal sample Lisa had 'reviewed.'
Lisa married him because he was a total sweetheart and really loved her. She loved him, too, but hated her sex life. In hindsight, she realized that she probably shouldn't have waited until after they were married to sleep with him. She just figured it would make the sex better when they finally did fuck, but now she knew she was wrong.
Frustrated by thinking about it, she said, "Oh well" and jumped off the bed-she wasn't short, but because the bed was quite tall her feet didn't touch the ground. As she landed, her perky Asian breasts bounced just a little. Typical of Asian women, her breasts were small and perky. Her small nipples were just slightly above center and always seemed to point upward.
Stumbling around the bed, she made her way to the bathroom. Even though she knew the time, she looked at the clock anyway. It read 5:10.
Lisa rolled her head back and forth before starting the shower. She sucked the hot steam into her lungs as it filled the small room. After a few moments, she stepped in and cleaned herself. She had showered last night after they had sex, but she simply couldn't wake up in the morning without a shower-especially not at five in the morning.
"I hate breakfast meetings," she said as she turned the comfortingly warm shower off. She was a little upset that she didn't even have time to masturbate after another night of frustration. She would have taken care of her needs last night, but she was too angry.
She dressed quietly and got her stuff together making sure not to wake her husband. Sipping a cup of tea, she went to the window to see if her Town Car had show up. In the dim morning light she could see it from their third story window. "Time to go."
She walked back into the bedroom and kissed Craig on the forehead, whispering, "Bye honey."
Craig grunted and rolled over. Lisa marveled at how familiar that move was.
As she headed toward the door, Lisa grabbed her briefcase. Down the three flights and out the main doors of her building, she stopped at the top of the stoop.
Instantly, a black man got out of the Town Car. "Lisa Rubin?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah," Lisa stammered hesitantly. Normally she would have practically thrown her bag at the driver and gotten in the car for a quick nap, but this driver was, well, kind of hot.
"I'm Rod."
"Hi," she said awkwardly, noting Rod's chiseled face, smooth, bald head and bright white teeth-they seemed to shine even in the dim morning light.
"Can I take your bag Ms. Rubin?"
Looking at her bag as if she didn't even realize she was holding it, she said, "Oh, um, yes."
She watched as his large black hands curled over hers to take the bag. She didn't let go, instead she looked first at his hand and then up his obviously muscular arm. His suit was well tailored, but it couldn't hide how muscular he was. And Lisa couldn't help thinking about what his body looked like without the suit on.
"I can't put your bag in the car if you don't let go," Rod said with a smile. "I promise, I won't steal it."
Lisa let go so fast that Rod almost dropped her bag. "That isn't..." she started to say, but Rod interrupted.
"I was joking Ms. Rubin."
She let out a shy laugh, tilting her head down slightly. "I'm sorry, it's early and I'm not quite myself just yet." She felt stupid for so obviously 'checking him out' and for acting like schoolgirl with a crush.
"It's not a problem Ms. Rubin. We'll get you in the car and where you're going in style and comfort."
Rod turned and headed to the car, but she stayed on the stoop watching his tight ass as he walked.
"Are you coming?" he asked, opening the back door.
Lisa didn't know what had come over her, but she decided that the schoolgirl with a crush crap had to end, so as she walked down to the car she said, "Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I get kind of car sick in the back. You can put the bag back there, but I'd like to sit in the front."
Nothing in her file said anything about carsickness or riding in the front, but Lisa Rubin was a frequent customer and, based on her business, was considered a high priority client. "No problem," Rod answered quickly, gently placing Lisa's bag on the floor in the back and opening the front door for her.
"Thank you and, uh, you can call me Lee," she said as she slipped by him, gently touching his hand as she sat down.
Her mind was racing as she watched him close the door and walk around the car. What the hell was she doing? She was a married woman with a loving husband and here she was playing games with a limo driver. A limo driver!
But Rod was a limo driver who happened to be totally hot, she noted to herself; the type of man who could probably fill an aching need.
Rod sat beside her and smiled as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car. He was used to be treated like dirt by most customers, which wasn't that bad as most were men. A person actually being nice was uncommon, but being flirted with, now that was something rare indeed. He was turned on, but nervous. Here was this hot woman, by any standard, and she was toying with him. However, his job was to drive the car, not fuck his customers. He figured that he'd probably get fired for something like that.
Lisa looked at him with a smile. "Lee, uh, you need to put your seatbelt on," he said after an awkward moment of silence.
"Oh," Lisa said, feeling incredibly stupid. "Yeah, I'm in the front. You have to wear seatbelts in the front." She reached over and grabbed the belt. After clicking it in place, she smiled at Rod, looked out the front of the car and bit her upper lip just slightly. That tiny little move sent a shiver of excitement into Rod's groin.
Noting that she was getting moist between her legs, Lisa squirmed a little as they started to pull out of the building's driveway.
After a few turns, they were on the highway headed toward the city. It would be about a half an hour of driving from here if they didn't hit any traffic. If she were going to do something, it was now or never.
A pang of guilt ran through her as she reached her hand over and placed it on Rod's thigh. As she touched his thick, muscular leg a rush of excitement ran through her and straight into her pussy. She was moist before, she was wet now.
Rod looked at her hand, lowering his head slightly and following up her arm with his eyes until he reached her face. She was looking right into his eyes, biting her lower lip. A look of lust met him.
He noted how her thick black hair fell on her shoulders, framing her beautiful Asian face. Her speech and mannerisms were American, but her looks were exotic. Rod wet his lips and turned back to the road. He wanted to pull the car over and take her in the back seat, but that would be a bad idea and he knew it. He'd leave this up to her, he thought, even though he could feel a deep desire building in him.
