Sharon glanced down at her finger, then shrugged, "This ring? I don't know, one of my boyfriends maybe? Or maybe one of the girls, hard to say. You know how many people I see. Hmm, Maybe I should just see Eri tonight and give you a rest. Oh, be a dear and finger me off while I drive, I need to concentrate. He's got the cutest English acent, you know. Just makes a girl all wet.... Well, what are you waiting for? I can't think of a better invitation.
Jim's eyes went wide, but he dutifully slipped his hand under Sharon's skirt and started stroking her soppingly wet pussy. Sharon seemed to relax, but overall just seem a little bored, and pulled out a set of sunglasses from her glove box and pulled into a liquor store, "Just popping in for a few supplies. Keep your fingers warm," she said before blowing a kiss Jim's way. Something was terribly wrong here. Or was it? Sharon had all but admitted that she'ld had sex with women, too, and Jim had always had fantasies about more than one woman at a time. Then again, she didn't seem to have orgasmed at all... well, except for the wet spot that now covered the whole back half of her skirt. Jim pulled Sharon's I.D. from work out of the glove compartment, goggling at the changed picture it presented. Sharon's breasts were huge in the photo, and her business suit more low cut, although still professional. He blinked when she came out of the liquor store deep french kissing some woman who was in there with her, "Right, how about next week, Cheryl? Oh, and thank Tommy for the tongue action." She set a sack full of various boozes in the back seat and got in, smiling at Jim, "Nothing like a quickie, huh, tiger?"
Jim goggled astonishedly and said nothing for a few seconds, "Sharon?... Are you sure about the ring?"
Sharon rolled her eyes and sighed, "Of course I'm sure... Look, it's my day off and it's been almost ten minutes since my last orgasm. That wont do, so either get to work or get out. Really, Jim, you're a sweet guy, but you're kind of a prude... Here, if I give you the ring will it help?" Sharon took off the ring, started the car, then put the ring in her skirt, and cooed playfully "Go fetch, boy."
Jim went back to work fingering Sharon, taking care to palm the ring as he did so. He noticed that at several points in the trip Sharon took a sharp breath, or sighed strangely as her vagina contracted. Aparently she had great control over her orgasms now. When they got to Sharon's house, she got out of the car and pulled Jim to her forcefully, sticking her hand down his pants and kissing himpowerfully, "The fingers were good, but it only primed the works, buddy. Since you're here, you get lucky." A few minutes later...
Wed Jul 14 14:55:41 2004