After more than twenty years working at the same company, an opportunity had come my way that made changing jobs an easy decision. Although I expected that my departure would impact most of my coworkers, I found out after I'd started at my new job that there had been one of my coworkers who'd been impacted maybe a bit more than the others. Suchi reached out to me after just a short time at my new job and asked if there was any way that I could create a job for her and hire her. I had been hired into a position where I did have the power to add staff under me but there really was no need for a person at Suchi's level in our department. I really wanted to help her out but I couldn't do it that way. She revealed that she'd been planning to ask for a transfer to me as her manager when she found out that I'd be leaving the company and, at that point, she decided that she just couldn't stay there.
There had been other reasons aside from the opportunity that came up that impacted my decision to leave the company after so many years so I knew where Suchi was coming from and I did know of a way that I could potentially help. I'd been in the industry for a lot longer than she had so I had information that would be useful to her if she was considering a job change. I put together a list of companies in our industry and gave her my two cents regarding each of them to help her find someplace new to work. It didn't take long before she had several offers because she was skilled at her work and I was even able to give her a glowing reference at the place where she was ultimately hired.
Once she'd been at this new job for a few weeks, she and I both got together for lunch with several of our former coworkers to update them on how things were going for each of us. It was nice to see everyone again and to get caught up but, after we'd finished and said our good-byes in the parking lot, Suchi lingered to talk to me for a bit longer.
"I know I've said this already," she told me, "but I can't even express how much I appreciate you helping me find this job. I really would like to show you just how grateful I am."
"I'm happy to help and I'm glad that it worked out for you," I replied, "so there's not really anything you need to do except enjoy your new job."
"I know I don't need to do anything," she continued, "but there is something I'd like to do. It would make me feel good to do it and I hope it would make you feel good, too."
I was briefly at a loss for words, thinking about the implication she was making. Suchi was a bit younger than me and most definitely attractive as well as smart and funny. She was originally from India so her eyes were brown, her hair was black and her skin was quite a bit darker than mine. While we'd been working together, though, I hadn't ever thought any inappropriate thoughts about her and, in fact, I don't believe that I'd ever flirted with her. What she seemed to be suggesting, however, was suddenly quite appealing to me.
"Is it safe to assume that what you're talking about would require more privacy than we're going to find where we're currently standing?" I asked.
"Privacy would be necessary," she replied, "but if you know of a more secluded place to park, I can work with that."
"I do know of someplace that should work," I told her, "Why don't you follow me and, when I park, just park right beside me."
There was an "entertainment district" about a five-minute drive from where we currently were and I expected that it would be pretty quiet at that time of day, after the lunch rush. There was a two-level parking area and I thought that the lower level would be ideal for what I thought that she was suggesting. We got into our cars and she followed me, parking beside me when I parked far from the entrance into the lower-level. We weren't the only cars in that area but the lighting was low enough that it'd be unlikely that anyone going to their own cars would notice us. It wasn't dark enough to be a security issue, naturally, but between it being brighter outside and the shadows inside, it was really pretty ideal for privacy.
We both got out of our vehicles then climbed into the back seat of mine. We slid across the seat from each end until we were close together then brought our lips together, quickly progressing from passionately kissing to making out. I fondled one of her big boobs through her blouse and bra, feeling my cock stiffening even before she dropped a hand down and caressed it. It had been a casual lunch, so I was wearing shorts, which she soon had opened to extract my stiff cock. She pumped it briefly before pulling her mouth away from mine.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," she confessed, as she worked my shorts down even more, "but I hope it can also count as me showing you how much I appreciate you helping me with finding a new job."
She then lowered her head and engulfed my stiff cock in her mouth, which felt so incredible that I couldn't even help but moan. I can honestly say that, until a short while before this moment, I'd never considered what it would be like to have Suchi suck my cock. Now that she was doing it, however, I was absolutely certain that I didn't want this to be the only time. Her cocksucking left nothing to be desired so I just leaned back, got comfortable, kicked my shorts and underwear off completely and enjoyed it. I hoped that, since she had said that she'd wanted to do this for a long time, she was enjoying it as well, though I couldn't imagine that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I was thinking that, as good as it felt having her sucking me off, there's no way I was going to be able to last for very long but apparently part of her skill set was the ability to draw out the pleasure she was providing. It didn't feel like she wasn't letting me cum; it felt like she was able to provide a high level of pleasure while allowing me to enjoy it for a longer time than I would have expected.
It wasn't dark inside my car but I still wasn't able to watch her due to our positioning, which I wouldn't necessarily have considered a disappointment. I was focused on the pleasure she was providing while hopeful that I'd see more of her and have the opportunity to pleasure her, as well. Thinking about the possibility of getting her naked, fondling her big boobs unencumbered by blouse or bra and eating her pussy was getting me even more fired up but I didn't try to stop so that I could last for longer. She was still doing a fine job of providing pleasure while making sure that I didn't finish too quickly. I'd have actually been okay with finishing up and moving on to stripping off her clothes and eating her pussy but I still didn't feel like she was denying me an orgasm. I was just as happy to continue having her sucking me off.
We reached a point, however, that no matter how skilled she was at holding off my impending orgasm, it just felt too damn good to not start cumming. My cock swelled even more as I was just about there but she was unfazed and just continued to skillfully suck me off. Even when I started to blast my load into her mouth, she didn't hesitate and just swallowed my load without even being thrown off of her pace. The pleasure, already at a high level to begin with, was incredibly intense and another clear indicator that this could not be a one-time thing. Once I was spent and starting to soften, she released my cock from her mouth and straightened up.
"That was absolutely incredible," I said.