Her 25-year high school reunion did not go as Marina had envisioned it. Of course, she had also set the bar pretty damn high; she had hoped to impress her classmates with her still firm body, her youthful looks, her social status—admittedly acquired via her husband, who owned a supermarket chain.
However, no one paid too much attention to her: David—her high school boyfriend, who was now happily married with three children—didn't; Mira—her best friend, with whom she'd gotten drunk and stupid way too many times—didn't; Jarred—who always had a crush on her—didn't.
Was it out of jealousy? Did they purposefully ignore her, because they were jealous of her success, of her status and social position? Naturally, everyone lies in such occasions and Marina did too; she bragged about her son being a straight-A student, but, she didn't mention he'd come home drunk out of his mind every weekend, nor that she had discovered a bag of pot and several pills in his drawer.
She didn't mention, either, her suspicions that Fred, her husband, was cheating on her with his secretary; nor did she say anything about the sexless nature of their marriage.
She was certain everyone had lied about certain facts, or, perhaps, simply
concealed
certain aspects of their lives; she spent the night hearing about how all her old friends and classmates thrived, about their good positions in companies, their thriving businesses, their overachieving children.
She pulled her short skirt down; wearing knee-high boots, a tight leather mini-skirt, and a midriff-exposing top with a deep cleavage was, perhaps, not the best choice for an outfit. On the other hand, she had wanted to show her body off to everyone, to show that she still looked as athletic and hot as she did back in high school.
Could
that
have been why she was shunned throughout the evening? Jealousy over her having maintained her figure, while everyone else had taken up a few extra pounds? She had noticed everyone's guts, relaxed muscles, the baldness in the men, the wrinkles and goosefeet in the women.
A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, as she moved her glance away from the window and the speeding buildings and toward the cab driver; a young, black man wearing a plain white shirt, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
And yet, it was with pure satisfaction she noticed him stealing glimpses on the rearview mirror; she pulled her skirt up and her smile widened, when he gave his nose a quick rub, suddenly abandoning his thitherto rigid stature.
Satisfied, Marina uncrossed her legs, letting her skirt lift even higher; she might have failed to impress her old classmates, but, at the least, she still had it. The driver cleared his throat and checked all his mirrors, then looked about, as he took the turn the GPS instructed him.
Driving away from the main avenue, cruising along the darker small streets leading to her home, Marina caressed her chest softly, checking on the driver with the corner of her eye.
"We're here, ma'am," he said, when he parked outside the house in the sparsely populated neighborhood.
"That was a quick ride," she said with a smile and leaned forth deeply to hand him the fare.
"Not much traffic at this time of night, ma'am," he offered her a wide smile, which exposed his bright white teeth.
"Tell me about it," she chuckled. "There's
no one
around here, you know. You hardly ever see anyone."
"It's a great neighborhood, though," he said. "Green, quiet..."
"Sometimes,
too
quiet," she winked.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "have a good night, ma'am. I..."
"You know," she said with a wide grin, "if you aren't in a hurry, we could...there's a small parking lot around the corner, we could go there to...
talk
? I'm bored and I don't feel like going to bed yet."
"I'm not sure it'd be...appropriate, ma'am," the man looked away. "I mean..."
"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "If you're worried about your next fare, I'll compensate you...it'll be worth your while."
"No, that's not...ma'am, I just don't think it proper, for us to..."
"Oh, leave your
proper
out of it, will you? The question is," she continued, agitated, "if you
want
to keep me some company in these late night hours..."
"I..." he swallowed down loudly. "Yes, of course," he then said, when she blatantly lowered her blouse, revealing her lack of a bra.
"Magnificent," she smiled and leaned back on the seat, keeping her legs spread. "Just drive around the corner, you'll see the lot. It's not even a proper parking lot, just...an open space.
"
Very
discreet and quiet," she gave him a meaningful wink and he ignited the engine, driving slowly around Marina's three-story home.
"Here we are," she pointed at the empty lot and he drove in, parking at the remotest from the street corner.
"So," he cleared his throat, "what would you like to...
oh
," he gasped, when she thrust her hand inside his pants, taking his soft, thick prick in her hand. "Not very subtle, are we?"
"Fuck subtlety," she moaned, as she stroked blood into his rapidly growing tool.
"Yeah, I guess you're...right..." His moans grew heavier.
Marina slithered to the front seat and unbuttoned his jeans; she yanked them down and his rock-hard cock stood tall in all its glory.
"Damn," she chuckled, softly pulling the foreskin down, "that's definitely the biggest I've ever...had no idea they
actually
came in these sizes!"
"Yeah, I'm..." He groaned, when she wrapped her lips around his thick head, her soft, warm tongue gently swirling about the sensitive tip. "You really don't waste any time!" He exclaimed.
"What's the point?" She lifted her eyes, meeting his, while running her full lips across his length. "I just wanted some cock tonight; why waste time with pleasantries and subtle flirting?"
"An aggressive woman that knows what she wants," he said to himself, astounded. "I sure like it!" He told her and established a firm grip around her hair. "Let me guess," he said, quickly finding his courage and audacity, "you also
