Giving a Ride - part 2

This is a continuation of the story I shared about Aubrey.  After the first ride home, Bree became more flirtatious at work but only when people weren't around.  She was very discrete but a hand that started on the back would slide down to my ass as she left the office.  If I were sitting at my office, she would manage to lean over the desk just so I could see down her blouse.  When I looked in her eyes, they seemed more intense then before.  At times, I chalked it off to my imagination but then she would manage to accidentally brush my groin as she passed by or lean over the table in a loose blouse that showcased her small breasts encased in a sexy dusty rose laced bra (sexy lingerie is like kryptonite to me) and then her smile afterwards confirms that none of it was on accident.   It was towards the end of the next week that Bree breezed into my office and said "boss (she hardly ever called me that so I always knew something was up), I need to stay a little later tonight and Lisa brought me in today, can you give me a ride home?  I assume you are working late too."  "Car problems again?" I asked.  "No, Lisa and I went to breakfast this morning so I just had her pick me up."  And then she smiled that smile that always sent that jolt through my body.  "Of course, happy to," was all I could manage.  Sometimes I amazed how she seems to know my schedule better than I do and my wife was out of town again (she is an exec in banking and her job entails visits and training to different branches around the country) she always seems to know.  But honestly, all I could think about was her hand sliding up and down my hard shaft.  The thoughts of what could happen tonight began a chemical reaction that tented my slacks.  I remember thinking, "if this keeps up, I'm going to have to get some tighter underwear, I can't afford to have this reaction at work and walk around with a hard-on all the time."  Little did I know my imagination could never come close to my experience that night.   Bree and I had several more interactions but her behavior was normal after that morning's interlude.  I would like to say that I was able to forget about it but it was always at the forefront of my mind, distracting me and keeping me on the verge of an erection.  I went from finding myself reliving the events of the previous week in the car to incredible frustration of my lack of focus on my work.  It was probably 6:30 pm that night when I finally pushed myself away from my work annoyed by my lack of accomplishment in the day.  I asked Bree if she was ready and she said, "let me freshen up and then I will be ready to go."  My mind once again starts accelerating at those words?  Freshen up?  I remember those words when I was dating.  It usually meant, "let me go put on some kryptonite so I can rock your world."  Great, I'm setting up tent again!  Bree came out of the office and it seemed like the only thing that had changed was the leer in her eye and the wry grin again.  Wish I could crawl in that mind and see what she is thinking. It had been raining and it was overcast, a little foggy and was still misting heavily.  We got in the car and got situated with our seat belts on when I started the car and backed out of my parking spot.  Bree was wearing a short flared skirt and a loose scooped blouse.  As I pulled to the entrance into our parking lot and looked across her, I suddenly realized I could see her hard nipples under her satin blouse.  "Had she taken off her bra?"  my mind reeled as I instantly tented my slacks.  As I pulled out, I adjusted myself in my seat and heard?  "Is there a problem Allen?"  "No, everything is fine," was the only words my mind could find to say at the moment.  "Good," she said.  As we pulled out onto the highway, she asked, "can we take a ride and talk?"  Talk, finally something I am good at and a way for me to take charge of the situation.  How did this minx suddenly become in charge?  I am always the one in control.  "Yes, I think that is a good idea.  I think we need to talk," I said asserting myself as if I was in charge once again.  "Bree, you already know that I truly enjoyed our last drive together."  "Yes, I do, I enjoyed it too."  "But Bree, we need to stop before this goes any further.  I know you know I care for you and I care for you far too much to allow something like this to damage either our work or personal relationship.  As much as I, and hopefully you, enjoyed what happened, I think it would be best for both of us if we stopped before something bad happens."  Yes, finally grasping control of the situation and feeling as if I was once again in charge and negotiating the best deal possible.  I looked over at her and she was beaming.  Her smile seemed to light up my car with its glow.  Moments later as she continued to smile, the back of her left hand traced down my face.  "Allen, I promise nothing bad is going to happen tonight."  And there was that wry smile again.  "I loved what happened last time.  And I want more."  She continued, "I am promising not to endanger our relationships and not to allow this to affect our working together.  But last week in your car I felt something I haven't felt in years.  I felt pleasure and I want more.  I loved pleasuring you.  The look in your eyes as I touched you and came.  That keeps playing in my mind and the one thing I know is that I want more.  I promise that I won't be pushy and insistent and I know it can't happen on a regular basis.  I will be okay with that.  But I want more and it's pretty clear to me that you want more to because no matter how you try to adjust yourself, you can't hide the evidence."  With that said, her eyes dropped to the tent in my slacks.  "I don't believe I told you just how impressed I was with you."  She grinned as she continued.  "And I have a little present for you."  She leaned down and picked up her purse, opened it, and pulled something out.  She took a lacy thong - a perfect match for the lacy bra she allowed me to see earlier in the day.  "I think you already noticed that I'm not wearing a bra."  I just groaned and tried to adjust myself again.  She leaned over and kissed my cheek.  "I would love to make out with you again but tonight I want  you to drive.  I do hope you can multitask as well in the drivers seat as you can at the office."  She reached over and took my right hand and clasped it in hers and then she slid it up her skirt.  I thought I was going to orgasm right in my pants.  Her skirts was fairly short and she had spread her legs slightly as she guided my hand up her skirt.  Her pussy was completely shaven and this just furthered the misery my cock was experiencing in its confinement.  She was so wet and you could feel the heat radiate from her.  I wished I could have seen it.  I would have loved to taste it, to explore and probe her mystery with my tongue but it was too dark so I just had to feel my way.  I had led a very sheltered life but at this point, I had quite a bit of experience with women.  But most of my experiences with women and their clits was that the vast majority of women I had dated couldn't handle direct clitoral stimulation.  They were simply too sensitive.  My wife can't even handle oral stimulation because her clit is so sensitive.  Oh, do I miss that.  So, I began to slide my fingers up either side of her lips to stimulate her clit indirectly.  But Bree's hand was still over mine and as her whole body sighed, her hand insistently directed my finger directly to her clit.  I began to make long strokes of my finger along her slit and across her clit.  I could feel her entire body moan.  Her pussy was so wet and hot, it is hard to remember the last time I have been so turned on by a woman's pussy.  Her hand was more insistent, urging me to move faster.  "Bree, move your hand.  I want to enjoy this and I want to let it build."  Her only response other than moving her hand off mine was to let out a moan that seemed to cause her whole body to sigh.  I continued with long firm strokes of my middle finger across her slit and clit.  Her hips began to rise to meet my hand and pressed harder against me.  I began to shorten the strokes so that the clit was stimulated longer and harder with each stroke of my finger.  She was so turned on and it was difficult to watch the road when my desire was to see her face react to the pleasure she was feeling build inside her.  Her hips began to buck and I replaced my middle finger with my index finger directly to her clit and began to stroke.  Always firm but slower at first, slower than her hips wanted.  The rhythm of her hips demanded more but I held back wanting that feeling to grow and not satisfy too early.  And then it was time, her hand returned, pressing my hand back onto her bucking hips.  And I unleashed my index finger to rapidly stroking her clit.  Her whole body began to shake as her hips lifted from the seat and began to writhe uncontrollably.  She moaned, "oh god, I'm cumming."  And her body literally shook against my finger and she moaned.  Her body seemed to shake for forever.  It's hard to describe a moment like that.  You are filled with satisfaction and lust equally.  Satisfied with what you accomplished in bringing pleasure while lusting to do it again.   I brought my fingers to my lips so I could taste her sweet fragrance and then looked over at her.  She had turned her head looking at me with her head resting on the seat.  She smiled at me and said, "thank you, that was even better than I imagined."  I smiled at her "it was my pleasure, if you remember right, I owed you one."  All of the sudden, that mischievous smile came to her lips once more and she quipped, "nobody is keeping score.  But there is something else that I have been fantasizing about ever since I saw your cock.  You are bigger than anything I have ever seen and it's been hard to get out of my mind."  She chuckled and looked down to my crotch.  "And speaking of hard," she giggled.  Then she reached over and began unbuckling my belt.  "You already did that," I pointed out.  She giggled again and said "oh no I haven't" and began unzipping my pants.  "  Lift up, I want to see this thing in all it's glory."  I lifted up and she pulled both my slacks and briefs halfway down my upper thighs.  It was not only hard but precum was already leaking from my head.  She took a finger and wiped off the precum and took her finger to her lips.  I watched her suck her finger into her mouth.  This girl was so incredibly sexy.  She looked back and me and said, "mmm, salty" and giggled, "I think my salt intake is a little low today" and giggled some more as she took off her seat belt, buckled it behind her and turned to me, "no crashing okay?"  "Haven't I already proved I am can do this?"  She smiled that sexy wicked smile and replied, "you haven't proven anything yet."  She reached over and grasped the base of my hard shaft in her hands.  "You will never know how many times I have imagined doing this to you when I look at you in the last week!"  And with that said, she leaned over the console and licked my cock, in front, just under the head and uttered a soft moan.  Her tongue caused my entire body to literally explode as if it were the fourth of July.  It felt as if every nerve in my body lit up with energy.  After licking the tip of my cock she placed her lips around the neck of my shaft and begin to suck ever so gently.  I was in heaven.  My mind and body were reeling with overwhelming pleasure.  It felt so incredible, I believed pleasure couldn't get any better.  And then suddenly she slid almost my entire shaft down her throat.  I have had a myriad of blowjobs in the past but nothing like this.  Bree was on a totally different level and it was taking every bit of my concentration to be able to drive down the road in my lane.  And then she took it to another level.  Somehow as she was deep throating my cock, she rolled the back of her tongue against the neck of my cock.  I swerved when she first did it.  I was unprepared that a blowjob could ever feel like this.  And she kept rolling the back of her tongue against the neck of my cock as her head slid up and down my shaft and when her fingers began to roll my balls in her hands I lost it and my body convulsed violently as I shot spurts of cum down her throat.  It was the most incredible blowjob I have ever received.  My body was in shock.  I was in shock.  How do you respond to an earth shattering orgasm?  Thank you?  "Wow!" was all I could manage.  After a few moments of collecting myself I turned and she had resumed that position again.  Leaning back in her seat, turned and her head resting against the back of the seat as she looked at me.  A huge smile covered her face.  "Well?"  she asked?  "Well, what?" I managed to utter.  "Well, was that okay?"  she asked playfully?  I turned and looked at her for a moment before casting my eyes back on the road.  "Wow!  What did you just do to me?  I have never experienced anything like that!"  She beamed, "I'm glad!  I'm glad I can make you feel like you make me feel."  And with that I took the exit and circled around to go back towards town.  After I managed to get my pants back on and she put her seat belt back on, she grabbed my hand and we talked all the way back to her place.   My mind was still reeling the next day at work.  Every time I saw Bree, those feelings and memories all rushed back. She came in later in the day and said came close to me at my desk and leaned across in order so speak softly.  "Did I have an effect on you?"  she asked with a smile that lit up her face.  "I can't believe you even ask that question.  You know you did.  I still don't know what  you did to me.  It was like nothing I experienced before.  You literally blew my mind."  She giggled quietly, "you are confused, I think it was a little lower.  But you have been a little aroused today.  Lisa said your wife had been too long and you looked a little aroused today."  I was mortified to hear that but Bree just went on talking.  "I told her that I thought you looked like you are hung."  "Bree, that's not funny!"  I retorted quietly.  "Lisa said she wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers" and starting giggling again quietly.  "Why do you think Lisa has come into your office 20 times today?"  "Bree, that's not funny at all.  This can't get out."  She got serious.  "Allen, it's just office banter from Lisa and I.  It's nothing we haven't said a 100 times before about you and our last legal runner.  We thought he was pretty hot too but it was just talk."  "Okay, Bree, I trust you but we need to keep things under wraps, okay?"  "Okay," she promised.  "But, I know you are taking a trip to Nashville at the end of the month.  You''ve taken Lisa before, I think you should find a reason to take me this time."  My mind began reeling with all kind of possibilities.  "Think about okay."  And she stood up, turned so she was totally blocking the view from my door, picked up my hand and sucked my index finger into her mouth and did that same thing with the back of her tongue.  I thought I was going to cream my pants right there.  It was incredible and all of the sudden I found myself almost being on that road again.  "Think about it, okay?"  Bree said, turned and sashayed her hips and incredible ass right out the door.  I knew I would find a reason to take her with me to Nashville!