30 Fluids

Jamie

I usually come early when I have a meeting but Mark insisted to come with me this morning, saying Stan, our roadie, was going to drive him throughout his mall tour today and will pick him up from our building. So we got here late and I had to park at the farthest, darkest corner of the lot. It felt like you could shoot a horror movie here.

I opened my car and slid into the seat. Suddenly, something slid in on top of me and closed the door shut.

It was dark already in this part of the parking lot and darker still with the door closed, since my car tint was the shade that was already deemed illegal. I immediately knew who this was, though.

"Veronica, are you crazy?" I tried to deal with the squirming, giggling mass on top of me.

The doors locked. Veronica must have pushed the lock in. She found my face and dove in for a kiss. Her wet lips were soft and greedy at the same time, her hands that just now grabbed my face were running sensuously through my hair. I thought good thing I wasn't wearing mousse, she likes how my hair feels when it's unstyled.

I adjusted her hips until she could fit her long legs in the cramped spaces around my front seat, until her crotch was finally on mine. I pulled her butt closer to me so that she could feel how hard I was. She sucked my tongue hard in response.

She started to grind against me and I marvelled at the power in her thighs as I bit her lower lip and pushed at her tongue with my own. She threw her head back to moan and I had to look up at the rearview mirror to check if anyone could see us, if anyone was around at all.

Veronica was in jogging pants, which meant she had dance practice. She leaned back and threw one leg up so that she could take her pants off. It made her roll her butt back and forth on my crotch and I started to tear up, I wanted her so much.

"This is too dangerous, Veronica," I tsked at her.

"No talking," she tsked at me as she undid my pants. I took my shirt off and she tsked at that also, as if to say I don't need to take my shirt off, but I folded it and shoved it under us, like a cushion, while she pulled my pants down from my hips. She realised what I had done and laughed. I shushed her and she giggled cooperatively, before kissing me again.

I endured the uncomfortable feeling of my bare ass on the leather car seat for a second before it got totally obliterated as she expertly slid herself around me. Then, she started to rock back and forth, squeezing down on my shaft, harder and tighter with each motion. I don't know what good I had done in my past life but thank you for this woman who had a very good command of all the muscles in her body.

She did not move to tease me, she moved to make me come as hard as I could, as soon as I could, coming intensely herself on top of my own. As I felt our fluids release, I held her tightly against me. She was shuddering. I think she was still coming. Then she shifted slightly so that she could lick my lips. That meant she was done. I let her go and she fell off me, landing onto the passenger seat.

I grabbed the tissue box from the back seat and threw it at her. She caught it, laughing.

"Be quiet," I snapped, scanning the rearview mirror for any movement outside. A couple of cars driving too far away from us, but nothing else.

"What's the worst that could happen?" she asked me as she wiped herself.

"The end of our careers?" I wiped myself up and rolled my soiled shirt into a ball with the dry parts out and tossed it on the floor in the back. Damn it. That was Balenciaga.

"But you're rich," she pulled her pants on. "We can retire in a small island in the Philippines and just swim and play house for the rest of our lives."

"Oh and you'll be happy cooking and cleaning for me, Ms. Rising Star?" I was still looking outside as I pulled my own pants back up.

"You know I can't cook," she said, checking her face in the mirror, adjusting her lipstick. "You'll cook."

"And what will you do?" I frowned.

She smiled at me. "Warm the bed." She leaned into me again for another kiss, then quickly got out of the car, as quickly as she had earlier gotten in.