Even so, when he pulled into a lay-by a little further down the road to let his heart calm down, he found he began thinking about her body under that dowdy two piece, her full breasts, her curvy bottom and long, sexy legs. It wasn't long before his zip was down, his cock was in his hand, and he was emptying his balls into a wad of tissue and wishing it was her mouth. Then he decided to push her firmly out of his mind as a nice but impossible idea. Except, of course, he couldn't.
For the next couple of weeks all he could think about was having her mouth wrapped around his cock and his cum flooding into it. Every morning when he woke up his morning hard on was dedicated to Denise and every day while he was out on his calls he had to find somewhere to park up and baptise another wad of tissue. It was getting ridiculous, the fact that a gorgeously mature woman had promised him a blow job, if ever he could get up the nerve to visit her, was taking over his life. Finally he booked a Monday off and promised himself he wouldn't chicken out, and for once in his life he managed to conquer his doubts and fears and actually do what he wanted. And so on the Monday morning, the third one since his initial call, he was on his way, wondering how much of her promise was a wind up and how much was for real, and did he really want to risk testing it out?
Fate, of course, didn't care about the courage he had had to muster in order just to go, nor about the fear he had of not being able to get an erection when the time came, nor about how randy he felt when he parked his van and apprehensively pushed open her gate. It had simply decreed that Mrs Miles wasn't at home and no amount of knocking on her door was going to get him a blow job from someone who wasn't there. Grumbling to himself and swearing at his own stupidity for making such an unannounced call in the first place he trudged back up the drive, climbed back into his little van and drove all the way back to his home town, cursing his luck most of the way. But if nothing else he could use the time to renew his private car insurance so that the day's leave wasn't totally wasted. And there were some other bits he could buy while he was in town.
He parked in a residential side street to avoid parking charges of the multi-storey car park and walked the last half mile into town, still horny and frustrated. He'd find out if she meant what she said another time, he swore to himself, squaring his shoulders and putting his frustrations behind him to make for his insurance broker on his first errand of the day.
A short time later, after having renewed his car insurance for the next year at what he considered an exorbitant figure, he stood outside a shopping centre deciding that he couldn't afford the new shirts he wanted after all. Then, as he stood there wondering what to do next he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair come out of an expensive lingerie shop and start walking towards him. No wonder Denise Miles wasn't at home, he thought petulantly, she was out spending money. I bet she doesn't have to wonder if she can afford anything. Even the floral print summer dress and high heels she was wearing for going shopping looked expensive.
She got to within six or seven or feet of him before she saw him and her face lit up. 'Oh, hello Guy. I was thinking about you yesterday.' She smiled broadly, innocent of his frustrations. 'Isn't it strange meeting here? I do my shopping in this town rather than close to home because that way his lordship doesn't know what I'm buying, and his friends won't be reporting back to him.'
'And I was thinking of you a little while ago.' He smiled back, his dark mood suddenly lifting, their unexpected meeting and its revived possibilities giving him an unaccustomed self-confidence. 'I hope your thoughts were as nice as mine were, Mrs Miles.'
'It's Denise. And yes, they were. And then some!' Her eyes twinkled, letting him know exactly what she'd had on her mind.
'Denise.' He acknowledged her consent to use her first name. 'And now I know why you weren't there when I called on you earlier.'
'Did you?' For a moment she looked puzzled, and then her face split into a delighted smile. 'Did you call for...? She looked about her, wanting to be more explicit but afraid of being overheard. 'Your pliers?'
He smiled nervously at having actually made a move and inclined his head in assent. 'I kind of hoped... Well, you know, It's Monday and I sort of fancied taking you up on what you said.'
'Then I only wish I'd been there, but in honesty I didn't think you'd call.'
'In honesty, neither did I.' He admitted.
She leaned towards him, giggling conspiratorially and keeping her voice low. 'I promised you that any Monday you were in the mood to call I'd be ready, didn't I? And I meant it even if I wasn't home when you called. But we can't do much about it in the street, can we – we'd end up being arrested.' She paused as a sudden risky thought struck her. 'Unless you want to take a chance?'
'What here!' He exclaimed, misunderstanding and shocked.
'God, no!' She looked as shocked as he had. 'That would get back to Eric in half a minute flat regardless of distance. No, I meant that my car's in the multi-storey where it's nice and quiet, and the back seat's comfortable....' She smiled enquiringly, enticingly, letting the words hang.
'Now that sounds possible.' To his surprised delight he felt his cock already beginning to expand in readiness. He'd never done anything in the back of a car, so now he could end up satisfying two fantasies instead of just one, and nor could he believe either his luck or his newly found courage. It looked as if he was about to have a woman service his cock in a way he had only dreamed about and he felt the unexpected confidence to let her do it.
She was right about her car, it was parked in a quiet corner, almost as if she had anticipated what would happen. They had walked urgently but in silence, dodging other shoppers, pretending not to be together but each glancing occasionally at the other to be sure of their continued presence, both of them eager to begin, and now that they had reached the big silver Mercedes they climbed in opposite sides of the back seat, still without a word. They settled into the soft ivory leather seats and Guy looked around at the luxury car unused to such surroundings, but Denise leaned across impatiently and felt at his erection through the front his jeans before suddenly pulling back.
'I'm sorry, I just want...' She glanced around her, as if looking to see if anyone was within hearing, even though the car windows were closed. 'I just can't wait to touch you. God, it seems I've always been thinking about touching you, or having you touching me, since that day when you called.'
'I've not been able to get you out of my head either.' He paused. 'Although to be honest I didn't really think you meant it.'
She didn't say anything in answer, she simply reached out, placed her hand over his shaft and sighed with anticipation. He closed his eyes, not quite believing what was happening, letting her rub him though his clothes briefly before feeling the vibration of his descending zip followed by her hand rummaging inside his pants. She found him, cool fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft, prising him out into the open, free of restrictive material where he could expand into a full hard-on. Denise groaned at the sight and stroked him slowly from tip to base, just gazing with her lips parted in anticipation. His eyes were like a rabbit's, darting all over, trying to see what she was doing and looking out of the window each side at the same time, part of him scared silly that someone would see and part wanting to let the world know that he'd finally got a classy woman to touch him.
'That's it, keep watch, Guy, please. I've never done anything in the back of a car before and I don't want us to be caught.'
'I will, I promise, but don't worry, nobody can see.'
'You know what I want to do, don't you? I've wanted to do it with you ever since we met.' She admitted.
He knew, she's already told him, unless she had something extra in mind. Before he had time to speculate any further she leaned over and her mouth closed around his cock. Now it was his turn to groan with pleasure.
He looked down at the top of Denise's head, seeing it begin to move up and down, and unexpectedly catching sight of a few silver hairs among her blonde ones. In a strange way he was pleased. He had imagined that she had her hair coloured, but here was proof that her blonde tresses were natural. Her age, her hair, neither of them mattered to him, he just loved having his cock in her mouth, feeling the soft strength of her lips close around him and the wet warmth of her tongue running around his head. He had nothing to compare with, but he was sure that this was the most wonderful blow job ever.
He wanted to just relax back and let her carry on until he exploded into her throat, but he was far too nervous for that and she had asked him to keep a lookout anyway. He kept looking around, twisting in his seat, almost pulling himself from her mouth, anxious and nervous, but oh so happy. The car park was quiet, almost deserted, he watched a group of people towards the far end carry parcels to their car and then a young couple pass across the front of Denise's car without so much as glancing in, all the while feeling Denise's tongue swirling around his cock. He was beginning to loosen up and just let this marvellous thing happen.
His cock, he realised, was as hard as it had ever been because of the situation. There he was, a lowly service engineer, sitting in the back of a magnificent car with its owner, a sophisticated and wealthy older woman, who seemed only too willing to risk her reputation and marriage to give him a blow job. That on its own would be enough of a turn on, but then she was also so bloody good at it, perhaps, he wondered mistakenly, because of having practised on her husband. He sighed as she moved position slightly to bring her hand into play, grasping him around his shaft, effectively wanking him into her mouth. God, but this was good.
She moved, trying to get comfortable, and this time knelt along the seat with her bottom raised and her head down in his lap instead of the half leaning, half twisting position she'd had to adopt while sitting beside him. It was a strange position for a woman such as Denise to be in, but if she was happy then so was he – very. He closed his eyes briefly as her mouth descended his shaft, taking more and more of him into the warmth of her mouth. He could feel the first initial stages of a climax already building.
He opened his eyes to see a teenager walking towards the car, and for a moment he considered warning Denise, but he didn't want her to stop, and anyway the youth had his hood up and an earphone wire trailing down into his front pocket, so Guy gambled that he wasn't taking much notice of his surroundings. Then Denise moved again, not much, just a kind of little backward shuffle, but her swaying floral clad bottom was enough to attract attention and the youth looked across, bursting into a wide grin as he saw what was happening.
