“Hello? Sex in heels?” Colin snaps his fingers in front of my face.
“What?” I bite back.
“You zoned out there for a second. Your luxury chariot awaits.” The dork stands with the back passenger door to the limo wide open, and swipes his hand for me to enter.
“You know you can use the company car for anything you want, don’t you?” For some reason, I suddenly feel a slight bit terrible I use it all the time for my personal use.
“Nah, this isn’t for me. I’d rather pick up chicks with my dick, instead of picking them up in a Lincoln.”
I stand there observing the little puffs of carbon dioxide coming out of his mouth, only noticeable due to the freezing cold air. I wonder what kind of girls find Colin attractive. He is like a little brother to me, although I know he is my age. We’ve never really discussed our extracurricular activities and I cringe at the thought of his.
“You’re such an ass.” I roll my eyes for the second time that day, before smiling at the thought of the comfortable relationship I have with my driver. Colin must know something happens when I go out of town, seeing as I come home with double the luggage every single time. He always has this real smug look on his face when he places the extra bags in the trunk and smacks my ass like the flirt he is.
“Get in so I can get you out of town,” he growls as he practically shoves me in the back.
“Have a good weekend, and for Christ sake, bring some of that warm weather home with you. This shit is making my dick shrivel up.” He leans in, placing a kiss on my cheek, before he slams the door closed. Propping my head back on the headrest, I laugh at how crass he is. I laugh even harder because he has no idea, what so ever, exactly how warm I will be staying all weekend. Warm in bed, with a new man, who I plan on fucking until both of us feel like we’re sweating half to death.
“Thanks for taking me to the airport, Colin. I know how nerving this rush hour traffic is.” Slipping my Jimmy Choo’s off, I prop my legs sideways on the seat, settling in comfortably for the ride to the airport.
“You pay me to do this, Luca,” Colin says, glancing at me in the rear view mirror. One of the things I ask of all my employees is to call me by my first name. Miss so and so sounds too uptight to me. Besides I consider them my friends.
“That I do. However, we both know Chicago sucks when it comes to driving. Anyway, I have a file to look at. I’m going to put the divider up. Let me know when were close?” I’m eager to take a look at the man Carl hooked me up with for the weekend, that I barely register Colin’s comment about all work and no play. If he only knew what kind of play I’m about to get into this weekend, those small lines starting to form at the crease of his eyes would spread to his hairline faster than my legs plan on doing tonight.
Taking off my sunglasses, I toss them in my bag, before running my fingers through my shoulder length blonde hair. I open up the file Carl sent me of the man I will be spending the weekend with.
“Holy fuck,” I blurt out to myself when my eyes come to rest on the photo of Heath Landon. Twenty-five years old. Sandy blonde hair. Dark brown chocolate eyes. Square chiseled jaw. Heat instantly pools in my core like a thousand angry volcanos ready to erupt, causing me to shift in the seat.
“If he fucks like he looks, this is going to be one hell of a weekend.” I look down to my pussy as if to make sure she heard me. Flipping through the rest of the pages, I make sure everything I always ask Carl for is intact. He has never failed me before, yet I always try to know as much about the men I spend the weekend with before I meet them. That means a health screening check, a marital status check, and a criminal background check. Those three things are a must for me. They must be cleared of any diseases, not married, have a girlfriend, or any type of criminal record. Safety is a must. I always demand the use of a condom even if they ask for a blowjob. As far as asking for a criminal check background goes, that pretty much speaks for itself. No way in hell will I put myself in jeopardy the way some women do. These men I spend my time with have to be free of all three of these first and foremost. I may like to fuck a complete stranger, but I will never put my life in danger. I trust Carl with the men he hooks me up with. It’s them I don’t trust. How can you fully trust someone you really don’t know? You can’t. That’s why this is a two way street. All this information they provide me with I provide them with as well.
“I wonder what he does for a living. Please be something exciting.” My body explodes in elation when I skim to the last page and see he is a chef. Jesus Christ the ideas I have running through my mind right now. Will he want to fuck me on his counter where he chops up all his food? Will he use some of those handy triple X kitchen gadgets that are utensils and sex toys all in one?
Closing up the folder, my body is on fire. There’s no way I’m going to make this two and a half hour flight to Savannah, Georgia without relieving myself.
Tucking the file firmly back in place in my Louis Vuitton travel bag, I stretch my legs in front of me, planting my feet firmly on the floor. My ass seems to lift off the seat on its own, as I try to unzip my tight fitting skirt by gliding down the side zipper. Relief hits me in a big whoosh the minute I shimmy my skirt up past my stockings and garter belt exposing my naked thighs. Instantly, I’m thankful for going sans panties this morning the moment my fingers reach my aching bare sex; smooth to the touch from my recent waxing.
“Oh god,” I moan. Sensation courses its way from the tips of my toes to the top of my mound when my finger glides easily through my slick heat. No need to worry about how cold it is outside anymore, because it’s scorching in here. Hotter than the lava from those thousands of volcanoes I was just thinking about.
Closing my eyes, I start fantasizing about the different things Heath and I could do this weekend. The way his fingers will caress me, the same way he would stroke the smooth end of his favorite knife. Or how he will palm my ass with his strong hands while he drives his large cock into me from behind.
Sloping down further into the seat, I begin to knead my breast through my coat. Why the hell didn’t I take it off? I make quick work of unbuttoning the top two buttons, before sliding my hand under my silk shirt and bra. Grasping ahold of my already perked nipple, I pinch it to the point of eliciting the pain I love so much. There’s nothing in this world as tender as my nipples. I love having them sucked so deep into a man’s mouth that the pain shoots pleasure to every erogenous zone in my entire body. It’s Heath’s mouth I see in my mind's eye nipping and licking my breast; pressing them together, while sliding his cock in between.
“Get there, Luca. Fuck yourself,” I moan. Thankful for the blackened out shield separating Colin and me right now, because I’m going to shoot off like the grand finale of fireworks over Lake Michigan on the fourth of July.
I find my clit. Already a tender hard nub, protruding and eager for my touch. Rubbing in quick, hard circles over and over while lapping up my wetness from my folds. My pussy screaming for any type of penetration.
Spreading my legs as wide as they will go, my finger easily slides down my walls. The sensation is overwhelmingly powerful once I begin to move in and out. The sounds of my slickness bounce off the small interior of the limo.