Chapter 2: Susan's Friday Lunches
That night, I convinced Franklin to run to Target with me to pick up some jeans and a shirt to change into. I got home around 9:00 and was really wasted.
Mark and I didn't talk much but Saturday I just told him that Franklin and I went to happy hour and I drank too much. But I wanted Franklin to like Mark's propel. Besides, 9:00 isn't that bad.
Monday I told Franklin that what happened Friday could not happen again. He smiled and just said, "Whatever you say, honey. But I know you loved it and want it again."
That was a week from hell. All week I was trying to work but couldn't stop thinking terrible thoughts about what I would like to do with Franklin during our Friday lunch.
Friday came and I decided not to dress in my usual racy Friday attire and he noticed. I told him that was not going to happen again.
We went to lunch and there was a pregnant tension in the air. We ate. He flirted by commenting about how he really liked last Friday. My face betrayed me. I smirked and my face became red.
We got in the car to go back to work. Franklin took a route through a neighborhood and parked it on a side street. I don't know why but I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped on his side of the car, pulled the level to his seat to make him recline and just started making out with him. He had his hands on my ass and grabbing me even though I had jeans on. I should have restrained myself but I unbutton my shirt, pulled it off, and Franklin moved his hands up to remove my bra.
When my breasts were free I just shoved his face in my cleavage. He was sucking and licking, grabbing my ass and then trying to get his hands under my jeans to get a better feel. I pulled up a little and began unbuttoning just the top couple buttons of my jeans to let his hands on my ass.
Now I had him sucking on my chest and groping my butt. I was getting close when I felt him pull his hands out. They grabbed the tops of my jeans and just started pushing them to my knees. I kicked and kicked to get them off.
Now here I am with nothing on but my panties. I'm grinding my pussy against his jeans like I'm making love to them. He pushed me up, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees and pulled me back down. I was grinding underwear to underwear. I wanted an orgasm now. His dick was so hard it was like a toy for me and I was protected for the moment. I grabbed his underware with his dick in my hand and began rubbing it on my panties. It was like I had my own toy.
After a few moments and before I could really object, he ripped my panties off with one motion with both his hands. I was fucking naked in a car with my boss. But I was crazy. I still thought I was safe and tried to get my climax by grinding on his tool on the other side of his underwear.
It was working and I was almost there. My eyes were closed so didn't think much when he said, "Hold on. You are working so hard on my dick, I need to adjust myself."
