The Parking Garage...
Changes in latitude, changes in attitude...
Chapter 2
To say that I was shocked was a gross understatement. I stared in disbelief. My mind raced as I realized I had to gather myself. A small shudder coursed thru my body when he took my hand. His touch was electric. I glanced briefly at Mark to see if he had noticed my reaction.
"Hello Mr. Johnson, I'm pleased to meet you." He grasped my small hand in both of his. He bowed slightly as he replied, "Please, call me Carl. If I have my way, we will be seeing a lot of each other so Mr. Johnson sounds way too formal." Although I'm sure Mark didn't catch it, the double meaning didn't escape me. "That's nice Carl. I'm sure our paths will cross at some point should the merger go thru."
Carl glanced at my husband as we sat. His look of surprise told me that they knew something that I didn't and that something involved me. Mark had that 'cat that ate the canary' look on his face as he quickly shifted his eyes from Carl to me and back again. That was all the confirmation I needed.
"So...Mark, I get the feeling there is something you need to tell me?" I glared at them both, knowing I had put them on the spot. Finally, Mark looked at me, a meek smile on his face. "You see, Ginger. I told Carl that you were a real estate attorney and we were hoping that, assuming the merger went thru, you could handle the transaction."
He could see the fire in my eyes, a clear indication that my temper was about to raise its ugly head. "Is that right? And just exactly when were you going to tell me about this agreement?" Trying to help quench the fire, Carl pitched in, "That is, of course, if you are interested. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." That sounded slightly hollow coming from the man who had just bent me over his car hood and fucked me senseless.
Trying my best to not make a scene, I offered, "I'm starved. Why don't we order dinner and we can discuss this later?" You could see the relief flood over both men's faces as they realized they were, at least temporarily, off the hook. Even though he knew he was in the clear for now, Mark was pretty sure he would have some explaining to do when we got home.
We ordered drinks and then dinner. The alcohol and food seemed to ease the tension. Carl turned out to be a personable and charming man with a sense of humor. We talked and laughed thru dinner and coffee as he and Mark shared their vision of what the merger would look like.
Mark had worked for and inherited the industrial supply company his father had started years ago. Based in Dallas, his company serviced middle America and the east coast. He had been looking for a chance to grow the company. With Carl's company based in California they hoped that the merger would give them coast to coast coverage.
As we stood to leave Mark told me he would walk me to my car and then come back and get his since he had valet parked. Smiling at me, Carl spoke up and said he would be glad to walk me to my car since he ''thought' we had probably parked near each other. Non the wiser, Mark thanked him for his generosity. A quick kiss on my cheek and he was gone.
Carl smiled down at me and chuckled softly as we headed for the parking garage. Certain that I had an idea what amused him, I asked "What is so funny?" It took him a minute to answer. "Oh nothing, I just think it's funny that the little fire ball who was going to kick my ass is going to have to deal with me on my turf."
I stopped in my tracks. "What do you mean, on your turf?" Looking back at me he said, "I mean that you will need to come to California to complete the merger. I have already mentioned that to Mark and he was ok with it."
I resumed walking as I felt another little flash of temper. "Another little tidbit of information ya'll agreed on without consulting me, I see..." Carl held the door to the elevator as I spoke. With a slightly condescending tone Carl said, "Just ask Mark when you get home. He will fill you in." I pushed the selector button for the top floor of the parking garage and turned to find myself pinned between Carl and the wall of the elevator.
Carl pulled me to him, lifted me slightly so that my feet barely touched the floor. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. In the same moment I realized I didn't want to push him away. Pressing his body to mine, I could feel his erection against my body. I was instantly wet.
Holding me firmly with his right arm, his left hand dropped down and slipped under the hem of my dress. As he kissed me his middle finger slipped effortlessly into my dripping pussy. He stroked it in and out of me as the elevator rose. I could tell we were getting close to our floor. I felt another finger slip into me as his thumb attacked my clit. I exploded in his hand. I was still shaking from the orgasm when the elevator door started opening.
Carl removed his hand and let my dress hem drop as he held me by the elbow and escorted me out of the elevator, nodding and greeting the couple who were waiting to enter. I could barely walk as he helped me to my car. He stopped me at my car door and turned me to face him. Leaning against me I could feel his black monster pressing into me. "Be sure and get Mark to fill you in when you get home. Then come to California and I will fill you up." He kissed me briefly on my cheek and then turned and walked away.
I sat down in my car, leaned my head back against the head rest, and closed my eyes. A flood of conflicting emotions swept thru me. I loved my husband. I had no intentions of going to California and cheating on him with Carl again. That was a one-time event that never should have happened and never would again.
I was a head-strong independent woman. No one, not even Mark, told me what to do. I was the one in control. Then, with my eyes still closed, visions of that big beautiful black cock pumping in and out of my delicate white pussy flashed thru my brain. I slipped two fingers into my pussy and moaned out loud as another orgasm swept thru my body.
