Homeward Bound

The automatic doors of head office opened and a blast furnace heat encompassed me, taking my breath away. England was experiencing the strangest summer in years. We either had monsoon like rainfall for a couple of days or such tropical temperatures which no one in their right mind could stay outside, which lasted two or three weeks at a time. Everyone hated the rain more than sunshine but when you have to go to work in 30 degrees. ?Jesus it?s so hot? I muttered to myself, walking out towards the car park. James Kirkland, my boss and branch manager was saying his goodbyes to the company directors and knew I would wait for him outside. Earlier this week we had been ordered unexpectedly to head office to explain discrepancies in the accounts. Normally this could have waited for the monthly visit but such was the urgency to trace the mistake, which could cost the company millions that we had to race to London immediately. After painstakingly picking through masses of paperwork and computer files, the mistake had been found, and thankfully was traced back to one of head offices own accountants. I hoped he was having a rough Friday afternoon. James and I could return home with a sense of relief. Sounds fine but from London to Manchester on a Friday evening meant at least four or five hours depending on the traffic. The only consolation was that James, being inherently rich declined the company?s normal choice of company car and upgraded to the top of the range Audi A8. Huge, luxurious, and fitted with every conceivable gimmick and gadget and I couldn?t wait to sink into the gorgeous soft leather seats and let the climate control waft nice cool air over me. Reaching the sleek black car I could feel a beads of sweat trickling down my neck towards my cleavage which combined with the heat of the day triggered an erotic sensation. I fantasised about getting undressed and allowing the sun to lick my whole body with its superheated rays but knew I had to restrain myself. A warm breeze tugged the hem of my white one piece summer dress, blowing it upwards displaying my buttocks and thighs for anybody passing by. I glanced around to see if my accidental flash had attracted any attention and was rewarded with grinning smiles and thumbs up from a passing builders van. ?Andrea? I looked around at the sound of my name and saw James approaching the car. Suppressing a giggle and ignoring the horny feeling flushing through my body, I waved back at the lads in the van and turned to wait for my boss. James Kirkland, six years younger than me had just turned thirty but had made a meteoritic rise in the company and was the youngest branch manager they had ever employed. I've worked under him for two years now and I?m no closer to fathoming out James Kirkland than when I inherited him as my boss. After receiving promotion and gaining leadership of our regional office he introduced himself to me briefly, explained how he liked to work, what he expected of me and that was that. No personal interest in me or my situation just work, I could have been a robot for all he cared, at least that?s how it seemed to me anyway. Knowing him, he probably wished I was a robot. He?s a nerd! That?s a fact. Not an ugly geeky nerd, oh no, in fact he?s not bad looking. I know some of the girls at the office find him irresistible, but if I?m honest, he?s not my type. He?s a good boss to work for and in all the time I?ve worked under him he?s never ever made a pass or tried to take advantage of me, not once. Maybe me being married has something to do with his old fashioned attitude towards me but even at the Christmas party, where let?s face it things can easily get out of hand after a few drinks, James has always treated me with utmost respect. Not once trying to grab a quick feel when we?ve occasionally danced together, which even though he?s not my type, every girl wants to know she?s still desirable and his lack of interest is something which doesn?t do my ego any good. I heard the doors unlock as James pushed the button and watched the windows open automatically. He winked at me, ?Just letting the warm çankaya escort air out before we get in!? I seated myself in the deep soft leather seats and watched my dress rise up my thighs displaying a large amount of tanned flesh. As James seated himself I couldn?t help noticing the slight bulge in his trousers. I looked up to his face and was astonished to see that he was watching me intently. Seeing me looking at him James smiled warmly. ?It sure is hot isn?t it Andrea. You?re lucky you can wear a nice short dress in this heat, and that you don?t have to wear a suit every day like me? He laughed ironically and showing no signs of embarrassment ?And you do have the right figure for such an outfit? he added generously. I couldn?t believe what I was hearing and only just managed to mumble my thanks without stumbling over my own words such was my disbelief at James?s remark. He smiled at me again and began turning the key. Not sure what to make of the situation I turned my head and looked out of the side window. As we started driving through the city and I watched the familiar sights pass by until we eventually reached the motorway and the low grumble of the engine changed note as James pressed the accelerator to the floor and we started moving a lot faster. Some sort of dance/trance music resonated out of the sound system and after reclining the seat back and placing my feet on the dashboard; I began to feel really mellow. The air-co was doing a terrific job and in my lounging position it wasn?t long before my eyelids became heavier and heavier and I was lulled into deep relaxing sleep. I felt a jolt and woke up with a start. Without moving a muscle I tried to gather my wits. My head was leaning against the side window now and looking out I saw that we were still cruising on the motorway. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was, and not wanting to admit that I?d been sleeping I pretended to do nothing. I decided to sneak a peep at James hoping that he hadn?t noticed I was awake. On opening one of my eyes ever so slightly, I was amazed at what I saw. Apparently whilst I had been sleeping, I wasn?t as relaxed as I thought and I had moved around quite a bit, causing my dress to move so far down my thighs that my delicate silky panties were clearly visible to James. My first reaction was to cover myself without making too much fuss, but the sexual sensation I experienced when I flashed the builders earlier this afternoon still coursed through my veins and I felt incredibly hot and horny knowing that my boss could see my most intimate parts albeit covered with a thin layer of fabric. I decided to keep teasing him and using all my willpower to keep my body still, I continued the pretence that I was sleeping, and through half closed eyes secretly watched James eying my sex. I wear sexy, raunchy underwear, preferably from Victoria?s Secret, because it makes me feel feminine and desirable and today was no exception. My panties were made from a delicate woven pattern designed to show just as much as it covered and I knew my dark pubic hair, neatly shaven in a fashionable landing strip, immediately above my slit was clearly visible. I could feel my juices beginning to flow and knew a damp patch would soon develop on the soft material. The thought of James getting turned on by looking at my scantily clad sex was getting me hotter and hotter. I saw him lick his lips as he looked intently between my thighs and my passion was reached a new level. My clit started throbbing causing an aching desire on my part to put my fingers between my legs and relieve myself, but that was out of the question now. I guessed James could see my excitement now which considering my pussy was really juicing up wasn?t a big surprise but the delicious sensation that was running up and down through my body was only increasing my state of arousal. I closed my eyes again for real now and let my body surrender to the pure physical pleasure I was experiencing and suddenly it felt like his gaze was actually physically caressing my clit, enflaming and exciting rus escort it more and more. I moved slightly, still pretending to be asleep, and opened my legs wider. My dress slipped the last couple of inches down into my lap and now he could see all there was to see. From my pubic mound to where my panties disappeared out of sight between the cheeks of my buttocks, everything was on wanton display for my boss. I knew that he would now be able to see the shape of my pussy now because my moving in the seat had caused my panties to stretch tighter over my vulva accentuating all the details. I concentrated on reopening my eyes without James seeing that I was awake which wasn?t easy considering the state I was in. He was staring directly at my groin now and I could also see that my wanton display was having a surprising effect on him. The slight bulge that I had seen earlier was now huge delightful lump and I found myself wondering how large his erection was. I suddenly wanted to see his prick for real, if the tell-tale bulge in his trousers was anything to go by then Mr James Kirkland was packing quite a package between his legs and I reverently hoped I would see it in the flesh. My clit was throbbing constantly now and my juices, flowing freely now betrayed how much I wanted feel something hard between my legs. I was feeling so god damned turned on and I didn?t want this sensation to end but I didn't want my boss to know I was awake and watching him, so I ignored the desire to finger myself and kept still. James reached down and gave his cock another squeeze, and my pussy muscles contracted on themselves increasing my frustration. I had to do something to relieve this tension. Still pretending to sleep, I let my hand strategically fall to my ample bosom and placed my fingers on my protruding nipples. In hindsight I should have left them alone because they felt red hot especially under the slight caress from my fingers and the muscles in my stomach cramped up so tight that I almost gave myself away. I stopped caressing the hard buds to allow my body to gain control of its self but my system was ignoring my commands. I was too turned on by the visual stimulus beside me. My boss had his right hand in his lap and was constantly kneading and pulling at the large bulge inside his trousers. My breasts seemed to swell up until they no longer fitted into my dress and my clit was constantly throbbing now that it was almost painful. Again I moved my hand "in my sleep", but James Kirkland was so engrossed in keeping an eye on the road, his hand on his manhood and what was happening between my legs, that he didn?t notice the slight movements my hand was making. I started undoing the buttons that held my dress together slowly but surely, playing it safe and only unfastening enough so I could slip my fingers inside my bra. At last, the final button hindering my fingers was undone. I slowly slipped my hand under the fabric of my dress over my left breast. I was careful only to move when he turned to watch the road; the sensation of my trembling fingers on the ultra-sensitive skin of my breasts was electrifying. The tip of my finger touched the nipple and I could feel each little bump as I slowly made circles around the erect nipple with my finger. Each time my finger touched my erect bud I felt a physical shock deep within my pussy, which heightened by the incredible sexual tension in the car, I needed something long and hard to lick and suck, to feel a rock solid cock plunging between my legs, God I was so horny. James Kirkland was clearly enjoying the sight of my sex straining against the tightly stretched panties because his eyes seemed to stare more and more between my legs than on the road. It suddenly occurred to me that because I was so wet between my legs, my panties would be transparent now and the tops of my thighs would be glistening with my juices. My boss now had a clear view of not only my soaked panties but also of my wet and willing sex. "God, I'm going to cum!" I realised I wasn?t the only one in the car who needed to relieve themselves. eryaman escort James obviously wanted a more immediate release and with my eyes ?closed? I watched his hand undo his belt and zipper. Then pushing his hand under the elastic from his boxers he pulled out his rock hard cock. I stifled a moan of pleasure of my own and watched in frustrated pleasure as James began rhythmically masturbating. I watched in awe as his hand moved steadily up and down the solid fleshy pole and was impressed at the size. With each downward motion, the foreskin was pulled down exposing his glistening helmet. James continued jerking off unknowingly giving me a show that I would never forget. I knew there and then that I wanted to lick and suck on that gorgeous piece of meat, wanted to feel the tip expand as sperm racing from his balls exploded in the back of my throat and filling my mouth with delicious spunk. With my fingers stimulating my nipple and my imagination running wild I knew my soaking wet vagina was opening itself and inviting James to take me. James?s hand was moving quicker and I realised that my pretending to sleep was all too convincing and James oblivious to the fact that I was watching his every move, was clearly too excited to stop what he was doing. The hand gripping tightly around the warm fleshy pole was moving in a blur when suddenly he stopped. I saw James tighten his grip on his prick and watched fascinated as his lap bucked a couple of times. ?Oh my god? I thought wildly and I looked on unbelievably at his lap. Creamy white sperm was spewing from the tip of his cock and I could see that he was controlling his spasms by gripping his cock so tightly. My own body reacted to the sight and I felt all my muscles contract as if I was experiencing my own orgasm and luckily for me James was so engrossed in his own climax that he hadn?t noticed how my own body shook. James was getting himself under control now even though his prick still jerked occasionally. Sperm was all over his cock and hand but he just stuffed his erect manhood back under the elastic and wiped his fist over his boxers. He was the lucky one, I had to keep up my pretence of still sleeping but my body was crying out for its own release. James was busy refastening his belt and zipper when I felt the car dramatically change lane. He was pulling into a service station and this gave me a chance to end my charade of being a sleep. ?Wh?.what?s going on James?? I asked in a dreamy sleepy voice whilst drawing my legs under me making myself decent in one easy movement. ?Nothing Andrea? he stammered uneasily and I smiled to myself, ?I just need to go to the little boy?s room? he added and smiled sheepishly. He obviously felt more comfortably now sure he was on safe ground now. ?Do you need to go as well or do you want to stay here in the car?? he asked almost as an afterthought. All I could think about was the sexual tension built up over the last few minutes and shook my head. ?If he was gone then I could??.? I thought to myself. My clit began throbbing again in anticipation. ?Mmmmm no I?m fine James. I?ll wait here in the car if that?s all right with you? I answered drowsily still pretending to have just woken up. I watched James walk away from the car as if nothing had happened and once I was sure he was out of sight I opened my legs and slipped a hand between my burning thighs. Slowly rubbing the swollen lips of my fully aroused vagina, feeling the wet folds, drenched from my juices that flowed from the deep warm depths, I shuddered at the touch. My body reacted explosively when I caressed my clit. The sensation that rushed through deep inside me from my clitoris to my breasts was so intense that it almost made me cry out loud. I moved my hand slightly and pressed my fingers along the full length of my slit from my clit, past my silky lips to between the cheeks of my perfect bum, and back again. Stopping at the opening of my vagina and applying pressure with the tips of my finger on the tight entrance. I felt my lips open and stretch around my fingertips but the soaking wet fabric of my panties didn?t allow me to fully penetrate myself. I was certain I had never felt as horny as I was now. Impatiently I pulled the gusset aside exposing my wet opening to my trembling fingers. The heat generating from my vulva on my fingers was so erotic that I wanted to scream.