I was promoted to a middle management position after only three years with the company. Personally I put this down to my being black and the company's need to show it was moving people like me to senior positions in the firm as fast as was feasible. I had started out in life expecting to be a professional footballer but a cartilage injury to my knee put paid to that ambition. After that I knuckled down to my studies and got a degree in business administration.
It was at university that I met my girl friend Cathy. She was 22, two years younger than me, and was a shapely dark-skinned girl with an engaging smile and a great disposition. We got on well enough for us to move into a flat together, and whilst I wasn't head over heels in love, I was pleasantly and comfortably set up on the domestic front.
With my promotion, we could afford a better address, so we moved into a more expensive apartment block.
Not long after we moved in, we met our new neighbours, a married couple called Chris and Sandy. Chris was 29; Sandy was a petite, curvaceous blonde of 21. We hit it off with them from the start. We went out to shows, cinemas, evening meals and picnics together. On one picnic outing, Chris and I took our fishing rods and did a little casting without even a murmur of protest from either of the girls. They were too wrapped up in their own conversation to miss us, I thought.
Chris and Sandy invited us for a meal in their flat one night. After the eats we played some music and danced with each other's partners.
At one point Sandy said to me, "Don't they look good together?" referring to her husband and Cathy who were slowly going round the floor holding each other very close, their bodies almost moulded into each other.
"I bet we look just as good as them," I heard myself say, and hardly believing I'd dared to say it. Sandy just smiled and squeezed my arm.
Several times I noticed that Sandy would touch me whenever the opportunity arose. And I noticed that Chris often took every chance to touch or tip Cathy. I also noted that Cathy was doing the same to Chris.
Because we had the same Wednesday afternoons off work, I had started to give Sandy driving lessons. She was the only one of the four who couldn't drive and Chris had refused to teach her, because he averred, it was likely to cause friction between them.
Sandy always dressed very nicely for our outings in the car. That week she wore a light filmy flowered-print dress which she pulled up as she got into the car, revealing a white satin and lace petticoat beneath.
I could hardly help but notice. I said, "That's a nice bit of underwear you've got there, Sandy!"
She just grinned, "You like it?" she asked, actually pulled her dress up even higher as she settled herself into the seat. She was unashamedly showing about six or seven inches of white satin as her dress rode up well above her knees.
"I'm beginning to think you're a bit of a prick teaser, Sandy!" I told her in a tone of mild rebuke.
"Not at all!" she retorted with a sly grin as she started to drive off.
She drove carefully and well. Indeed I was thinking that she was ready to take her driving test soon. Then as she went to change gear, our hands seemed to collide. She pulled my hand onto her lap, holding it there whilst driving one handed. I realised that she was pushing my hand into her 'mound of Venus' and it thrilled me. I began to massage her, moving my hand over the satin of her petticoat and making her gasp with pleasure.
I pulled the white satin and lace up, moving my hand onto the equally smooth silk of her knickers. I used my middle finger to push into her slit and could feel the dampness through her the thin material. She uttered a gasp of pleasure as she came on my finger, then she suddenly turned into a lay-by and unzipped my pants. She fumbled a little, feeling the outline of my hardening cock through my underpants. She got her hand down through the elastic and I felt the wonderful coolness of her fingers as they closed around my cock. She pulled it free and before I could say or do anything, she bent down and took my cock in her sweet mouth. I gasped with joy and pleasure as my cock grew to its maximum size and stiffness as she slobbered over it and rubbed her tongue all over it. It was fantastic. I soon felt myself coming and warned her but she kept on sucking me off until I came and shot my load right into her mouth. It felt wonderful. I could hardly believe what had happened.
"Now do you still think I'm a prick teaser?" Sandy asked me with a sly grin.
She kissed me open mouthed, forcing some of my own cum into my mouth. It tasted a bit weird but mixed with her own saliva, I was able to swallow it.
"I've been wanting to suck your cock for ages," Sandy told me shyly, "I hope you didn't mind, did you?"
"It was the best blow-job I've ever had," I told her, which made her grin wider.
"I came on your finger and thought you deserved a little reward," she said.
The following week Sandy started to drive but after ten minutes, she stopped at a secluded motel.
"I don't think we should waste too much time with this driving thing today, Paul. I just can't concentrate on what I'm doing," she said. She got out and we went into the room she had, I noted, previously booked. She went into the toilet to 'freshen up' and I wandered out to the small pool at the back of the block of chalets.
The water looked very inviting and I felt a bit hot and bothered, so I stripped down to my underpants and went in. When I surfaced, Sandy was standing at the poolside, smiling down at me. She was wearing the same pretty floral patterned dress as the previous week. I found myself wondering if she was wearing the same pretty petticoat and knickers underneath.
"It looks very cool in there," she said, "I wish I could join you."
"Why don't you, then," I invited her, "just paddle your feet."
She just grinned and kicked off her shoes. She stepped forward onto the top step where the water just covered her feet.
"That feels lovely," she told me.
"You've still got your stockings on," I pointed out.
