Limousine Bimbo

Louise never thought in a million years she'd find herself in a position like this.

Wearing a skimpy call girl lingerie, looking like a playboy bunny.

She walked down the street, cool air playing up her legs, caressing her naked body that was beneath the king coat.

It thrilled her that she was almost naked. Any man could simply walk up to her and pull her coat away. Then he'd see the sharp outline of her breasts and the flat stomach that slopes to strong legs and a barely covered sex.

She shivered at the thought of it.

And if she were robbed? Held here at gunpoint? Or a knife? The cold blade pressed to her neck? She had no wallet, only cash. But if they didn't believe her? She would have to show them her body. The black lace bra. The panties. All the skin that was meant only for her husband.

Louise shivered at the thought.

She was not perfect by any measure, but she would make any man do a double take. A body that would make them feel for the days of lawless savagery. Long,

lovely legs. An ass, small but firm. Tits that we're more than a handful.

Louise drew her slender fingers to her cheek, feeling them flushed at the thought.

This idea..this risk..it was like catnip to her. How had she only realized now? The thrill of all this?

If she wasn't careful she would soak through her panties before she could even get to him.

Each street light, flickering or not, felt like a spotlight. Something to show the world her indiscretion. To let everyone know her lust had gotten the better of her. That she'd become like a common dimepiece whore to walk the streets.

Her nipples grew hard, pressing the fabric of her black lace bra. Those thoughts were dangerous to her...

Two blocks left...

Then one..

She let out a breath when she entered the parking garage.

She stopped at the guard station, looking down the brim of her dark hat. She'd known the guard, Roger, for a long time. "Don't tell him," she said, her tone brisk.

He looked up from a book and nodded when he recognized her, his face a slab of unmoved stone, almost like he hadn't even heard her.

"Usual car?" She asked.

He nodded again and looked back down to keep reading.

Louise's husband Jack had used the same car service for years. The same car for years. Same driver too. An old man named Hank whose disposition was akin to an old Boulder. Silent and strong.

She'd always liked him.

Tonight he might see more of her than he'd ever thought he would.

Louise didn't quite mind that. This was all for Jack, after all. Hank was a gentleman, he'd keep his mouth and eyes, to himself.

She found the car in one of the front spaces, Nearest the entrance. It's tinted windows and longer form almost seemed too regal for what she was about to do in it.

The door opened and she climbed in the back. It was all leather and dark wood. The long, U shaped seat with a silver little bar on the opposite wall. Stocked with expensive alcohol and crystal glasses.

The car was spotless.

Sleek and neat, just like Jack.

It was how he lived his life. Every aspect was trimmed to near perfection. His work.

His body. His home. His wife...

Louise's was nearing forty, and having born three children, she looked like a woman half her age. Toned muscle. Wrinkless skin.

He demanded this of her and she was more than happy to oblige. The cost of being married to a high functioning, successful man.

And he was a good father too.

But despite all that, their sex life had suffered a little. It had become vanilla.

This was her attempt to spice it up. She had no idea what would come of it.

He could yell her out of the car for all she knew.

The thought of the uncertainty of her venture made her uneasy, but the desire for this adventure and her husband kept her rooted to the seat.

Her mind was a flurry of imagined scenarios. The best of which had her ravaged in a pile of sex. The worst had her handing her ring over. Which she quickly realized was still on her hand. She pulled it off and stuffed it into her pocket.

No sooner had she done so that the front door opened. Hank climbed in, throwing a bag of his onto the passenger seat.

He did some preliminary checks before rolling down the divider.

Louise tensed, feeling for her mask one last time. It was in place. Covering the majority of her face. She let out a long breath.

Hank froze for a second when he saw her, then he just grunted and rolled it back up.

Louise didn't know if she should be offended, worried, or...well she didn't know what.

He hadn't even questioned her. Barely a paused glance.

Had this kind of thing happened before? Or Had the guard tipped him off?

If that had been the case he wouldn't have frozen for half a second.

Louise had never questioned her husband's fidelity. But she knew he was in big business. People were constantly trying to court him. Plus he drove other businessmen around all the time. Perhaps one of them had brought a woman along.

Though, for some reason, the thought of her husband in this car, naked with another woman made her a little wet. He could get any woman he wanted, after all.

But she was sure he hadn't. It was all fantasy.

Hank started up the car and they pulled out of the parking garage into the busy city streets.

Her excitement was rising.

***

Her husband, Jack, climbed into the car, speaking fast on his blackberry.

The black suit he wore was pressed, well-fitting and very expensive. His shoes were impeccably shined.

Louise liked the way he looked, very, very much.

Jack's dark, shortly cropped and styled hair. His cool, blue eyes. The sharp jaw, white teeth, and easy smile.

He didn't notice her at first, tossing his briefcase down onto the seat.

Louise was seated at the far end of the car, legs crossed, hands pressed to the leather seat at her sides.

Her heart was beating like a goddamn drum. She watched him, not moving. The vein on his neck pulsed as he spoke into the phone. She could hardly even breathe looking at him.

This man...she thought. This man...my man...

She lifted her chin.

Jack looked up, not startled, just a little surprised that someone would dare be in his car. But as he looked at her, a smile curled his lips.

He kept talking, professional as ever but he was looking at her. Undressing her with his eyes. She saw a mixture of lust and excitement in his eyes.

It felt so good for her to feel those things in reference to her.

Louise didn't think he knew it was her. Otherwise there would have been more of a reaction.

Plus, why would he think his quiet, charming wife would ever do something like this?

Jack put a finger to his lips and then he pointed at her legs and made a separating motion with his fingers.

Louise's legs came apart almost unconsciously, as if there were strings attached to her from his hands.

She was amazed at her instantaneous reaction.

And so...it had begun.

Still, though her legs were spread, between the folds of her long jacket, she was not naked. Of course she still wore her stockings and panties.

Jack's eyes were stuck between her legs. He adjusted himself with a lazy hand.

She was having an effect on him.

Ah, he was big too. One of the many reasons she'd put up with his more annoying traits, especially in her younger years.

She had hardly noticed that they had begun driving. She guessed Hank had the itinerary.

It was another two minutes before her husband was off the call. He did one other thing on his phone before looking up at her again.

His eyes were penetrating and she kept her's downcast, not defiant.

Eventually, he asked, "Who sent you? Mark? Or the Japanese?"

Business associates...she thought. Like she was some kind of bargaining chip.

She thought for a long moment. "Your wife."

His eyes narrowed for a moment before he burst out laughing. It lasted a long moment before he became suddenly serious. "I don't appreciate the cheek. You will not..." he squinted at her, as if he was seeing something.

Louise froze, her mouth half open.

But he did not show any sign again that he'd recognized her.

"You will not speak of her. You will not speak at all, unless spoken to. Do you understand?"

She nodded, bringing her knees together.

"I've got a couple stops to make. You will not get out of the car. You will do as I say even if there are others in here." His eyes asked her if she understood.

She nodded again.

"Good girl," he said. "Now, take off your jacket. Then your panties. I want to watch you play with yourself."

Louise swallowed, then complied. It took everything she had not to rip them off herself. But to only slowly do it, in a teasing fashion. As a bought woman would.

Louise froze for only half a second as she unbuttoned the jacket, wondering if this perhaps hadn't been the best idea. That maybe she had gotten in over her head.

Or..possibly..just possibly this would be a reckoning for her.

Either way, her heart fluttered and her legs shook in anticipation.

When finally the jacket was off, Jack poured himself a drink. Rum and coke, his favorite.

Now she wore only the lingerie.

With a wild hair, she flipped herself over, showing him her ass, still wearing her panties. She heard his quick intake of breath.

She arched her back, her face against the seat leather, her legs spread.

There was something so liberating about being like this for him. Hidden yet exposed. Free yet bound.

"Off," he said, his voice gruff.

She ignored him and the flush of nervous energy pulsed through her. She'd always followed his orders.

Instead she backed toward him, jolting slightly when the car came to a stop.

Soon she was very close to him. "Take them off yourself," she said quietly.

He growled, and she felt a hand cup one of her ass cheeks. It was warm and powerful.

Spank.

She squealed, almost bucking back. He'd never spanked her before. And she liked it. It scared her how much she did.

Spank.

He was gentle but there was no hesitation. His thumb caressed her sex over the black fabric of her panties. There was wetness there.

"I'm glad you like this," he said, slipping a finger below the edges.

One of his fingers dipped into her pussy and then it was gone.

"You taste amazing," he said.

She moaned.

Then he slid down her panties, only so they were just below the folds of her ass, giving him the view he wanted.

Spank.

Louise shuddered, somehow feeling the intense pleasure akin to a rising orgasm.

She was so turned on it was like a slap in the face.

Jack did something that so surprised her she had to grab hold of her to stop her from falling over.

He began to eat her.

His tongue licked up from her pussy to her ass all the way to her tailbone.

Louise shuddered. He'd never, ever done this to her. It was so nasty she could hardly believe it. But it felt so good. Her face was pressed into the seat as she moaned.

The car was moving again and Hank's voice came over the intercom. "Arriving at

Ford Tower in a minute."

Jack grunted, gave her another lick and spanked her.

"Go down there and play with yourself," he ordered. "I want to watch."

Louise obliged, of course, and crawled down the seat. She was back where she started, her panties at her ankles. She kicked them off, turned, and drove her fingers toward her wetness.

It was a kind of release itself when she touched herself.

Her legs shook for a second and an immense warmth filled her. She couldn't help but moan.

The car came to a stop and she could tell how difficult it was for Jack to take his eyes off her.

"Hart Building, sir," came Henry's voice over the intercom.

"Don't stop," Jack told her, one of his hands blindly grabbing the door handle. "I

want you to be wet when I return."

Louise's head rolled back as he exited, her fingers working furiously.

She didn't know if she'd ever been so turned on in her life. It was like a fire had been lit inside her. It ran from her mind down through her chest to her sex.

Her mind was rampant, pilfering her wildest fantasies to show her husband roughly fucking her in the seats. Maybe her face pressed to the window...his hand spanking her...

When she came, it was far too loud. Far too animalistic.

"OOooohhhhhhhh goddddd," she cried, her fingers held tightly to her clit.

It was so loud the divider rolled down and Henry asked, "Are you alr--"

Then he saw her face and immediately rolled it back up. If she hadn't been horrified, she would have howled with laughter. But she was still far too turned on to shift her mind away.

It could have been seconds or hours before Jack returned, but when he did, she was there, soaked even more than when he'd left. She was enjoying, possibly too much, how feral she was.

Her husband smiled, as he climbed in and he let out a breath when he saw her. She could easily see the hardness pressing against his pants.

"Come here," he growled, gesturing with one of his strong, veiny hands. "Now."

The car jolted forward. They were moving again.

As she crawled, he loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. Just as she reached him, his phone rang. He groaned in frustration but it didn't stop her.

She drew up, straddling one of his legs. As she rubbed herself along his thigh, she began to kiss his neck.

Whatever words he spoke didn't matter to her, but she loved the little pauses and hitching of breath. It was like a fun little game. Making him crack under her touch.

Eventually, she had unbuttoned his shirt and was kissing down his muscular chest.

With its little bit of gruff hair around his chest running down into his pants.

Her hands gripped his hardness through the fabric and she slid down between his legs. His moan stopped in his throat as she undid his belt. Then his button. She lay her head there, her lips barely grazing his manhood, though it was still covered.

My husband, she thought. My loving husband...

Whatever misgivings she had about this whole charade had disappeared.

His cock flexed against her lips.

So, she pulled them down, letting it flex out.

Even now, ten years later, it still caught her breath. It was long and thick, with veins running from the base and wrapping around to just below the tip. Longer than both her hands put together. With eager fingers she grabbed it, stroking slowly. Its response was immediate and vigorous.

She was too impatient to make him wait but she had the wherewithal to start with his balls. Her tongue grazing them, licking them. Pulling them into her mouth.

God, it was good. So good.

Jack shifted, his conversation faltering as he looked down at her. She only smiled, but didn't look up at him for fear of him recognizing her.

Louise licked and stroked and licked and stroked until he writhed. Her tongue felt each ripple of veins as she went up his shaft.

It became a slow, messy business. Spit ran down her chin and his shaft, coating it in a glistening blanket. When at last he was fully in her mouth, he all but dropped his phone. Louise moaned with pleasure knowing she had his full attention.

He pulsed as she took more and more of him, driving her lips around the base of his cock. She'd always been good at this part. So often in their youth had she found herself leaned over the center console, choking on him while he drove.

This was familiar territory.

Jack's hands pressed into the seat and his head rolled back. Soon his hands grabbed her head and he was face fucking her. She loved this loss of control. This power he held over her. One of his hands even spanked her while he drove into her mouth over and over.

Then the car came to a stop.

But their fun did not.

Neither did it when Henry opened the door and let a man in.

Though Louise tried to reel back, Jack held her firm.

The man, from what she could see, was not to nonplussed about what was happening. As if he'd seen it before. As if this was just another Tuesday. Louise found it all rather erotic. Her husband let go of her head and it was obvious he expected her to keep going.

"What do you have for me, Terrence?" Jack asked, as if nothing whatsoever was happening.

As if she wasn't slowly sucking him, as if the spit from her mouth wasn't making a sound, or the breath caught in her throat didn't bother them.

Louise was simply dripping, her legs quivering.

"I've got some opportunity in three...foreign markets," Terrence replied.

This was Jack's assistant.

"Asia and Russia. Then we've got an investment opportunity here. Two young ladies.

I think you'll like them."

Louise was very careful not to stop what she was doing while this was said but still she gagged and felt Terrence's eyes on her.

"Then there is Martha. She was desperate. She's the last stop."

Jack grunted. He didn't sound too happy about it.

Louise redoubled her efforts trying to make him close his eyes. Or groan. She was unsuccessful.

The car jolted forward and she gagged again.

From the corner of her eye she saw as Terrence reached out toward her ass, his wrinkled hand grasping.

Jack slapped it away ferociously.

"Not for you," he growled, and she saw a vein in his neck pulsing with pleasure and anger.

This made her gasp and moan. His overprotective nature was always something she'd admired. Always. He'd kill for her and she knew it.

Louise took more and more of him, testing her limits. Choking only slightly, which she realized she liked. She had always shied away from from sucking him so deeply.

It had scared her. But now, in this car, being watched, she took it all.

And she made him squirm.

His thickness flexed, kicking in her throat. So, she gave him a rest and laid her head on his thigh, licked his balls and stroked him.

Finally, he was able to continue his conversation.

"These ladies, uhh," Terrence cleared his throat. "Built an app that helps to track women's medical history."

"Interesting," Jack mumbled.

His hand had moved to Louise's hair and was slowly stroking it.

The car came to a stop. "Tell them I need two minutes."

"Of course, sir."

Terrence got out of the car, filling the cab with sounds and voices of the city. Louise was slowly still stroking him.

"I need you up and bent over. Present it to me."

His voice was calm and very, very commanding. She did it without thinking and found herself on her hands and knees on the seat, her ass in the air.

Then, she waited. For his hands. For him to touch her again. To feel her. He knew how wet she was. But she wanted him to taste more of it...

Jack's hands were warm. They felt the curves of her ass, the soft skin. He pulled on the silk, black straps of the lingerie One of his thumbs felt the wetness around her clit.

She sucked in a breath when she felt his mouth back there, his tongue running over the folds. Louise shuddered, her body racked by pleasure.

"Good," he growled. "Now go sick over there. Think about taking me inside you."

He sat back and knocked on the window as she crawled across the seat, dragging her nearly shaking legs.

The two girls came in, dressed in black and gray business suits. They were young, maybe late twenties, and very professional. One, the blonde one wore black spectacles that complimented her stern, aristocratic demeanor. The other was a brunette with large, dark eyes.

They glanced down the car cab and stared at her. Louise took great pleasure in watching their eyes widen and their minds race. It was fun seeing them try and maintain their professionalism in this environment. She was all but naked, more of her skin showing than covered. Her stockings riding up to her reddened knees. So they knew what she had been doing.

Jack slid in behind them, and Terrence stayed outside the car.

"Ladies, would you like a drink? Water? Anything?"