Buying Love Part four.
::In public::
Joan had almost veered into oncoming traffic three times on the way to the depot.
"Fuck Olivia, you are going to get us killed. Pull your robe closed or something."
Scorned Joan ineffectively trying to suppress a manic grin.
Olivia squirmed in the front seat of Joan's delivery van. She pulled on the robe and crossed her legs. Her pert breasts bulging defiantly from the v neck of the robe and her sparkly bronze tones legs a mass of sexy muscle.
Olivia's toes could not stop pointing now that her tendons were shortened.
Joan took a quick sideways glance at Olivia's toes wiggling at the end of her sexy legs and pulled the van to the side of the road.
Joan looked angrily at Olivia.
Olivia looked helpless back at Joan. "Oh for fuck sake. I am never going to get anything done with you looking like that. Come over here and sit on my lap."
Joan put the seat belt around both of them and continued into work.
As Joan pulled onto the drive way at UPS she unstrapped Olivia's seat belt.
"Just try to... I mean... I'm late and... Oh just stay out of sight OK?" Joan feeling less and less like working and more like driving to the beach or a lake or any excuse to see Olivia with even less clothes.
Olivia gave another helpless look. Her inflated pouty lips and dental facades thwarting previous attempts at communication, now she was getting a little rush out of playing dumb and Joan taking control.
Joan was so powerful and confident, Olivia was just smitten.
"Ah -haha, looks like that will get in trouble girl." Joan ushering Olivia back into the passenger's seat.
"Just stay out of site while I load today's run and the first stop will be your car." Joan assuring Olivia.
Olivia crouched on the van seat in an attempt to relieve the ache of her newly permanently pointy feet.
Joan looked over at the perched bronze goddess, the incredible erotic bulge of Olivia's Muscular thigh out of her pink fluffy robe... "Oh God!" she thought to herself and almost came on the spot.
Joan got out in a fluid motion and stepped to the back of the van opening both doors and slipped out the hand truck.
Olivia swiveled around the Van seat to peer through the mesh divider screen at Jones swiftly packing the Van.
Joan, in a rush just scooped up as many packages as possible and loaded them into the back of the van.
She justified to herself she would sort them on the road. Once Olivia was safely delivered to her car at the cosmetic surgery clinic she would be able to focus on her job a little better.
A quick "toot-toot" of a forklift horn did not sound out of place and Olivia continued looking out the back of the van.
Another slightly longer "Toot. Toot." caused Olivia to look around in curiosity.
Standing on the dock were a group of eight delivery drivers all looking at Olivia through the large front window of the van.
Olivia had not noticed that while she was backwards on the Van chair her bronzed ass cheeks in lace panties had been pressing against the windscreen. Slowly a crowd of delivery drivers had gathered to watch the show.
The forklift driver had felt a little left out as he was working while the others gawked.
Olivia at first didn't see the group of men standing on the dock and waved a nervous wave at the forklift driver.
The eight men smiled and waved back. Some of them laughing out loud.
Olivia, shocked spun around and sat crouched on the seat facing he men. She pulled her robe down and gave the men an unintended flash of lingerie cupped cleavage.
The men all cheered as Olivia gave them a sheepish look. The supervisor came in and the men scattered.
"Ol', Olivia?" Joan called though the back of the van while she worked. "Try not to cause a riot will you? I have to work with these people."
Olivia spun around to face Joan only to get another loud cheer from the reassembled flash mob.
Olivia sat back in the seat and waved again, although she didn't know why. The men obligingly all waved back with big smiles.
Joan walked around to the dock and dispersed the throng with a few stern words through a smirking grin.
Once the packages were loaded Joan jumped back in the van but not to drive.
"Ol' sweetie, can you come with me for a second?" Joan abandoning trying to choke back the ecstatic grin on her face.
Joan led Olivia in her pink fluffy robe and high heels out of the van and into the Lunchroom where all eight men, the forklift driver two clients and the supervisor were waiting.
The crowd of men stood in a semi-circle all transfixed on Olivia.
"Everyone, this is my friend Olivia." Joan made a hand action.
"Good morning Olivia." The men said in almost perfect Unison.
Olivia waved a nervous wave. Even if she had the ability to speak properly she had not the slightest idea what to say to this.
"Olivia, these are the idiots I work with. Everyone happy?" Joan concluded the introductions and pulled Olivia back toward her van.
"Yes Joan. Thank you Joan." Some of the men said back in mock school boy voices to chuckles from the others.
Olivia's blushing was just barely visible under her tattoo tanned skin.
Joan's embarrassment was so deep her cheeks glowed red as if she had suffered some kind of breakfast raspberry jam toast accident.
Olivia climbed onto Joan's lap before they left the depot. Joan pulled away with another hearty cheer from her co β workers.
"Ok, straight to your car now sweetie. Sorry about that, they aren't such a bad bunch really."
Olivia gave Joan a little peck on the cheek, she wanted to tell her that she didn't mind, and in fact she was very turned on by it all. But the kiss would have to do as she was too shy to speak.
Ten minutes across town, Olivia pulled into the lot behind the cosmetic clinic where she had pick Olivia up from less than 24hours ago.
Olivia started to slip off her lap and Joan took her arm in a firm grasp.
Joan took Olivia and pushed her down under the steering wheel.
The morning ride a torture of sexual anticipation, Joan's desire for Olivia now all consuming.
Olivia didn't need any words to understand Joan's need and stripped away her yoga pants and panties.
Olivia delved deeply into Joan's juicy pussy. The sweet smelling juices covering Olivia's faces as she mercilessly devoured Joan's clit.
Joan pulled Olivia up onto the seat. The steering wheel jamming Olivia into a position out of reach of Joan's lap.
Joan fingered Olivia around her lace panties and Olivia followed suit.
The two lovers writhed and moaned in the front seat of Joan's van.
Seconds later Olivia was on the very edge when Joan came.
"Ow Fuck." Joan exclaiming seeing the wet patch they had made on the cloth insert seat.