Dear Readers,
For those who haven't read the earlier chapters, I'd encourage you to do so. In summary, the storyline has focused on three women:
1. Aunt Rita (a fan favorite) - a lonely widow who has given up every virtue she held sacred for years to be with a young, overcharged Dave. Dawn to dusk, her pious bedroom has now become their secret love nest. What'll give?
2. Maya - dusky, svelte and insatiable. Will stop at nothing to fulfil her ambitions, even if her every crevice overflows to please the desires of her enablers - sexually or professionally. Have you met her at your workplace?
3. Steffi - Voluptuous, shy, and submissive. Doesn't know the art of saying no, despite spending her life with cousin Maya. But it's the buds that blossom, right?
I am back to my personal favorite - Steffi. Two encounters in one, rainy evening - one pure love and another pure lust. Why does lust feel better? Why does love feel incomplete without lust? Who will Steffi choose between the two, or will she? Help me find out.
*****
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Jason asked, taking a long puff on his cigarette.
"Avoiding? I've been travelling most of the month. Why would you think that?" Steffi replied, trying to win his trust.
"Have you? I suppose you've been travelling over weekends too. And every time we pass by in the office corridor, I just happen to be one of the paintings on the wall, right?" he countered, taking another slow puff.
"Jason, you're being oversensitive here. We're colleagues at work. Despite your transgressions, I don't think anyone in the office still knows that we are involved," she replied, trying to keep her volume just about audible.
"Despite my transgressions? Heavy words, Steffi!" Jason stubbed his cigarette and blew out the last batch of smoke over his shoulder.
"Really! What were you trying to accomplish in the pantry? And who were you waiting outside for at the ladies? Do you even realize that Rory, our innocent cab driver, understands English? If not, I'm sure you know he's got a rear-view mirror, right? Those transgressions, Jason!" Steffi was turning crimson, and in the fading light of the evening, Jason could see that he had upset her. Thankfully, there was no one else in the smoking alley to notice the two crossing swords with each other.
Jason took a step towards her, something Steffi disapproved immediately by bringing her palm in the way. "I'm sorry, Steffi. I miss you. It's been weeks since we were last together. I completely understand you're busy, and trust me, life hasn't been easy for me either. But I know we can make this work. We're good together, and you know that." Jason looked into her big eyes, looking for an affirmation.
"I'm sorry too, Jason. I've been a bit high strung lately. I will try harder. Anyway, I'm done for the day - what's your status?"
"Oh, I have a client call in an hour," he said, bringing his focus back on her, "but we could go for a short drive now. You know, to our spot?" Jason winked at her, and she knew she had to say yes, to save whatever this was.
"Are you sure we'll be able to make it back that quickly?"
"You leave that to me. Meet me at the car in 5 minutes." Jason disappeared in a flash, and Steffi trudged along heavily, keeping a safe distance from him. She walked down the flight of stairs to the underground carpark, which was reasonably quiet at this hour, especially because it was a Friday evening. Barring a few cars scattered across the expansive parking floor, mostly all bays were empty. Jason was parked a hundred yards away from the stairs, in a secluded corner of the parking lot. She noticed his car was the only one parked there today, and she opened the passenger door. Surprisingly, Jason was not at the drivers' seat, despite the engine switched on.
"Back here, Steffi," he whispered, startling her a bit. Looking around for audience, she quickly shut the front door and got in using the rear door.
"Why are we here, Jason? Shouldn't we be leaving?" she asked, trying to define his face in the darkness of the car.
"We only have an hour, Steffi. Might as well make the most of it," he replied, and she felt two hands open the buttons of her shirt.
"No Jason, someone might come here," she said, pushing away his hands as they reached half way to her belly.
"Don't worry, babe, everyone has left. And no one parks at this end anyway - relax," he replied, pushing his hands into her shirt, and pulling her forward.
"Where is the clasp? God, I hate these modern-day bras," he complained. "Found it!" he exclaimed, with the same childlike enthusiasm that he had the first time he disrobed her. With her shirt still on, he just about managed to free her breasts, as the bra hung loosely over her belly. Steffi reclined against the seat corner, as Jason leaned forward.
"You were asking about the pantry, right? I was trying to get a feel of these," he said, groping her breasts softly. "How do you ever manage to walk around with these melons? I could walk with you all day, holding on to them, for support." Jason dug his face into them and kissed them to his hearts' content. He then stuffed his face into her cleavage, and massaged his face with their softness, causing Steffi to bite her lip.
"Don't bite your lip, baby, let me do that for you," he said, as the two kissed passionately. Although he was uncomfortably twisted on the seat, he was too busy quenching his thirst to notice the pain in his spine.
"You really missed me! I can tell," Steffi smiled, as he started kissing the nape of her neck, admittedly her sensitive spot. He held her hand and placed it on his groin, "you can check for yourself," he replied, kissing his way down to her nipples.
"Oh shit, I've got 15 minutes before the call!" Jason quickly undid the top of his pants and rolled them down his thighs.
"Pull up your skirt, Steffi. I'll get a condom," he commanded, leaning forward to open the glove compartment, retrieving a sachet from the familiar box of protective layering. Steffi had already hiked up her office skirt, and her focus was now on the latex sliding down his erect manhood. Familiar with the drill, she dropped one leg by the side of the seat and pulled her panty to the side of her luscious labia. Jason took his position and drove right into her, with a collective moan reverberating in the tight confines of the car. Had they not made out in this car many times before, getting to the right position would need more than 15 minutes.