"Oh, I feel you getting harder. You are going to cum."
Kirk was unable to speak. This was the most mind blowing blowjob Gretchen had given him. They were in a locked office at her work. She had simply taken him in there and started to unzip his pants.
"Cum for me, Kirk," she pleaded. It had been a few weeks. This was going to be a huge load. She was still a bit queasy in the stomach from the pregnancy. He didn't want to get it on her clothes.
"Oh God, Gretchen, this is intense. Here I go!"
He could still remember her legs and the black dress shoes while she was on her knees making his cock feel wonderful. Her tongue was working the sweet spot just under the head as he came, but something soft and silky wrapped around the tip to catch his load. He blasted so hard he thought she wouldn't keep the seal. She did. He kept arching his back further as she worked back and forth with her tongue. He tried not to moan but a few escaped his lips. Whatever she was using to catch his load felt good. He shot everything he had into it.
It was a silk napkin. As she stood she wrapped it deftly closed. It was practically dripping. "Grab the plastic bag from the trash can," she whispered. He obliged.
"Won't they notice it missing?" he asked.
"They have hundreds in the closet." Each Realtor's office had a table with two place settings for coffee and rolls. It was stylish. He had just spoiled one of the settings. Gretchen would have it immaculate within minutes.
"Don't kid yourself that they don't know what just happened," she smiled. "They know everything. They are a tight group."
He knew that. Two were brothers that had played on the cross town rival high school football team. The older one was his age. He had broken Karl's wrist on a vicious tackle that brought his mother out of the stands to scream at him. No hard feelings there, he hoped.
He laughed when she faced him, and grabbed the other napkin. A streak of cum had escaped, and was hanging from her hair.
"Thank you," she said with a hurt tone. "They have had enough to laugh about this week." Her eyes tried to pierce him like daggers, but he couldn't stop himself from letting out a slight snicker. He couldn't get the image out of his mind. The mind blowing blowjob was one thing. What she did to the car was something no one would ever forget.
It happened before cell phones. No photo or video was taken. Gretchen has that to be thankful for.
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Gretchen and Kirk lived in the tiny town of Louisville, Colorado. They pronounced the "s" in Louisville, CO. It was simply understood that for the city in Kentucky, the "s" was silent.
They both worked in the nearby city of Boulder, and went to the University of Colorado. Their schedules were crazy. Gretchen just getting hired as a receptionist in a realty office meant their schedules would be even crazier.
Karl and his brother's firm had hired Gretchen on the spot despite the fact she was six months pregnant. She had worked for their rival firm and had made a name for herself as a hard worker. That didn't stop the old firm from pulling the slimy, "sorry, we have to let you go," bs just before she delivered that was so common back then. Women had little to defend themselves against it, except for decent folk like Karl and his brother.
The firm was fairly large. It's only other rival was the legendary Goodacre Realty. The model/actress Jill Goodacre came from Boulder. Her father was a Realtor.
They all were from that "crosstown" gang that went to Fairview High. Boulder was a small enough town then for people to still remember their ties long into their adulthood. Karl and his brother had played for the state championship in football. Kirk had played for the less talent filled Boulder High, but had broken Karl's wrist during their junior year. That was what he was remembered for. After returning from his military duty, he would get the same comment when he met someone. "You broke...."
"Yes, I know."
It was different when he finally met Karl off of the football field. That was today. Fortunately, Gretchen had done something amazing to lighten the mood.
Gretchen didn't take well to her first pregnancy. She normally was a very even keeled, grounded in reality person. Now she was hilarious. She ate like crazy and gained over sixty five pounds. The first time she asked Kirk if he was going to eat something left on his plate, he just looked at her with his mouth hanging open. "Stop that, it's embarrassing," she snapped. They were at a fine restaurant.
Waterbeds were popular in the day. They had a king sized bed and she normally rolled down a small slope into him. Now he rolled into her. He never said a thing. For almost a week. Then he pointed it out during one of the few times they were able to have breakfast together. He had Cheerios flung at him.
Her old car had completely died when a service station didn't remember to put the bolt back in the oil pan after a change. Normally she wouldn't have done so, but this pregnancy...
She ran it with the oil light on and smoke pouring out the back until the engine seized on the short jaunt of highway coming into Boulder. The station paid her enough to get a new engine, but they had decided to save the money for the baby and got rid of the car.
That meant she drove one of his "babies". A 75 Trans Am he kept in cherry condition, or a 58 Chevy Apache long bed with stepsides. The latter usually ran.
The day she was hired by Karl she drove the Trans Am. He was off that day and offered to drive her, but she was worried about the whole broken wrist thing. When she called and he heard her voice, he was worried.
"Kirk, I am so sorry. Please don't be mad." She sounded like she was crying. Strangely, he could hear laughter in the background.
It must have been unrelated. "Don't cry, Gretchen. If you didn't get the job, we will get by."
"I got the job. It's your car."
Silence. His heart dropped to his stomach. "What happened?"
"I can't explain. Please Kirk. I am so sorry. Just come get me. You will see what I mean."
