After an hour of sharing bad day at work horror stories, Bethany allowed the alcohol she’d consumed to take some of its natural effects. She figured, that, due to her lack of experience, it would be much more effective to be slightly drunk than to act slightly drunk. She did make sure that Peter moderated his intake. He’d be completely useless to both of them if he was drunk.
On the Peter front, pheromones were out. Because they were rather indiscriminate, using them in a bar could be disastrous. But she had dozens of tricks. Her casual touches—sexy and arousing as hell, but nothing suspicious—the choice of conversation topics, and a slightly hypnotic trill in her voice feeding subliminal suggestions, had Peter completely infatuated.
And he was pretty boring, not at all like his daughter. I can see why his wife left him and I completely understand her feelings, but he could be fun if he were a bit more outgoing. And that’s exactly what I was built for. Letting the alcohol take a stronger hold, she leaned into Peter.
“I had a perfectly rotten day at work and you have no, NO, idea how good it is to meet someone normal. Somebody I can talk to. Everything went wrong. Shipping screwed up, models were sick, and even the copier went nuts. I just wanted to get a bit drunk and forget, but now that I’ve met you ... and ... I’d better go. More hell tomorrow”
She stood half way up, sat back down, and then stood up again.
Peter, no where near drunk, but his thinking a little dampened shot up to his feet.
“Beth, you can’t drive like this. Where do you live?”
“I’m okay. Just tipsy.”
“Please? At least a cab!”
“Pretty far ... you up to driving?”
“Geeze. This is almost straight to my house. We’ll go right past it in another couple minutes. You live close by?” Bethany leaned in close to him, and, somehow, several buttons had come undone on her blouse and if he looked over he could see the huge rack that the business suit hinted at.
He looked. Oh god. Earlier I was wishing for a girl built like his daughter’s friends that was his age and now I’m driving one home. I must be a bit drunk because I’m sure her skirt was longer earlier. Not to mention her jacket ... it didn’t look that brief.
“No, on the other side of town. This way we can avoid any road checks though. You live around here? Nice neighbourhood.” Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “I used to have a boyfriend from around here. Pull over!”
Surprised by the sudden change, Peter pulled over. “Anything wrong?”
“No, just old memories. We used to park around here so we could make out without his dad catching us. God, I haven’t done this in years, parking. Giggle.”
Bethany popped her seatbelt and slid over, thank god for automatic transmission, said Peter’s rampaging libido.
“You’re cute. Why the hell aren’t you married?” she whispered, her breath sweet despite the alcohol. She kissed him. A few moments later he kissed back. About a minute after that, her jacket was off, her lipstick messed and her hair all over the place and Peter suspected he looked about the same. Bethany was taking her blouse off.
“Can I?” She asked. “I feel kind of silly all closed up like this when you’ve been staring at them all night.”
“You’re asking me?”
“Giggle, I guess I shouldn’t bother, huh? Sorry, I’ve been out of the meat market for a while. Had a steady guy, but he wasn’t into commitment. Oh, said the C word. I’m just here ‘cuz I like you. You’re cute. No strings, but we can work out something later, if you like. Like em?”
Five foot nine, a fit body like she lived in a gym, and breasts that would launch a thousand ships and she had to ask. Peter didn’t say a thing, he just stared.
“God you’re cute,” she moaned and then they went at it again.
“I think I was twenty the last time I did this in a car.” Bethany said as she worked his pants down.
“I never had sex in a car, actually.”
“Who said anything about having sex?” Bethany asked, then swallowed him.
It was the fourth blowjob in his life. Two from his first girlfriend and one from his wife on the honeymoon. Sally didn’t like it and that was that.
Bethany though, she went at it like she lived to suck cock, fingers moving, lips playing, the humming and somehow, he couldn’t imagine how she could do it without choking, she was teasing the tip with the back of her throat.
Then she sort of shook her head and pulled off.
“Can’t do this right anymore. Sorry, I’m just not flexible enough to do it in a car.”
Peter was completely floored. If she’d done anything wrong, he’d completely missed it. But obviously she thought she did. “Are you nuts? I’ve never felt anything like it!”
“You liked that? You should see what I can do with you sitting in a proper chair so I don’t have tie myself into a pretzel. You live around here right?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“What? I’m not sexy enough for you?”
“It’s not you. I haven’t wanted anything this bad in years! I’m worried about my daughter? We could wake her up. What would she think?”
“Probably ‘Right on! I hope she’s hot!’ You have a thing or two to learn about teens. They know more about what’s going on that you think. You’re so worried about your daughter an her hot friends—don’t. I’m betting we could show them a thing or two about hot. C’mere.”
“Maybe we should go back out to the car?”
“Nonono. The first time should be a production, not wasted in a car.”
“I meant to drive you home. I’m taking advantage of you because you’re drunk.”
Bethany stood on the ball of her left foot and kicked the right leg up almost vertical revealing damp panties. Then she flipped backwards, landed on her right toes, and spun around into a pirouette before hopping into the air and wrapping around him to deliver a scorching kiss.
“Not that drunk. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
“I believe it!” What I can’t believe is how light she is. “Ballet?”
“Among other things.” She dropped back to the floor and cupped her enormous chest. “I’m a very well rounded girl.”
“And I am so out of my league.”
“Bullshit.” Bethany grabbed him, spun him around and dropped him into a chair. His pants dropped to his ankles on the way down and Peter hadn’t even noticed her working on the button.
This is surreal. No way she’s just another office worker. What is this? Am I stupid enough to ask? Hell no!
Bethany practially pounced on him and this time she swallowed him completely. She pulled slowly, excruciatingly slowly back off of him. “I wouldn’t do what I’m about to do for someone who wasn’t in my league.”
And then she did something he would never forget, even if the rest of the night was blury.
Fri Jul 29 17:53:48 2005