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Aeipathy

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First attempt at letting anyone read anything I have written. Be honest please, but kind would be nice as well. Apparently it's too long for one post so there is a second one right behind it

The Car Ride
by Aeipathy



He had been working with Isabelle for about nine months. The connection wasn't instant, but they soon found themselves enjoying the company or each other far above the rest of the office. The time together eventually led to flirtations, but nothing more. There were comments said with a wink or a sparkle of the eye. Even blatant comments about timing, but almost nothing more. The 'almost' included a Friday night after an extremely long week of urgent deadlines. In recognition of making the last one just in time a group headed across the street to a bar to celebrate. He was the senior manager and only executive housed in the local office. She was a manager of marketing, technically outside of his chain of command, but responsible for his directives in most things. After a few drinks that night it was clear that Isabelle was in no shape to drive home. He offered to call her an UBER, but another sober employee offered to drive her home. It was decided that he would drive her car to her house and the other guy would pick him up. The ride was mostly uneventful, except for her comments about being lonely since her fiancé has been gone for a few weeks. That word, fiancé, is the reason the flirtation always stopped short of anything more. Isabelle was clearly tipsy and kept putting her hand across and grabbing his arm and leaning over on him. He tried to focus on the road and harness any thoughts that come up of anything more. They pull into the driveway and he escorts her to the door. She is unsteady on her feet, either from the drinks, or trying to be flirtatious.

He follows her up the walkway trying to take in the view without being obvious. She is an attractive woman. Maybe not in the popular/traditional sense, but incredibly beautiful. She is the girl who has been told most of her life how pretty her face is from people thinking it is a compliment. She is about 5’3”, but 5’8” in the heels she usually wears. In another time she would have been described as Rubenesque. She was curvy. A little curvier that society may say is ideal. She was comfortable with all the terms, thick, chunky, bbw, whatever; she had heard it all and become comfortable with herself. She had large breasts, wide hips, thick legs, and a round waist. From behind she looked incredibly feminine in the skater style dress she wore quite often as it accentuated her curves. He was trying not so stare at her ass, but it was an insurmountable task. She was in good physical shape, regardless of how her body manifested itself and enjoyed an active lifestyle.

His ride hasn't yet arrived as they make it to the door. She turns to thank him and stumbles, either from the drinks, or on purpose. He reaches out to steady her and awkwardly grabs her around the waist. His hands grab a little tighter than he means to, and he likes the feeling way more than he should. He can feel her soft flesh under her clothes. She has just the right amount of everything. She looks up at him and stares into his eyes and he into hers. Her deep brown eyes seem to go on forever. She places her hands on his forearms and starts to lean in. Before anything more can progress lights flash in the glass on the door. His ride is finally there and he snaps out of it and helps her through the door. They awkwardly say goodnight as she closes the door. He gets in the waiting car. "I tried to take my time. Should I come back later? Need some more time?" the driver says with a smirk. "She's engaged." is the only reply. "Yeah but he's out of town and an ass like that. Damn." "Shut up. Just get me back to my car. "

There is a chill in the air when they show up at work the next week. Isabelle stops by his office for their normal morning banter, but he isn't there. They pass later in the hallway, and say hi, but there is clearly tension that didn't exist previously. After a few days she tries to get up the courage to talk about it with no luck. The days turn into weeks and neither of them enjoyed work like they used to.

The last Friday of the month and that means lunch at the office on him. It's a nice break from the daily grind and no one ever complains about a free lunch. As he is heading out the door Isabelle runs up behind him. "Hold up, I'll come help you get everything." He doesn't need the help but isn't going to turn down company for the ride across town. They walk to his car and head to the restaurant. He drives a black, lifted Tahoe, and she comments on the high step to get in every time they go somewhere. The ride is mostly quiet with the conversation still seemingly strained from that night. He mentions that he didn't really need to help but appreciated the offer to which laughs about needing to get out of the office and that she misses their conversations. He started to say something but couldn't find the words and was saved by arriving at their destination. He gets out expecting her to do the same, but instead she says,"if you don't need the help, I'll hang out in the car if you don't mind. I would enjoy a little quiet time. He just shrugged and said 'Sure, I'll leave it running for you." as he walked off to the restaurant.
 
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Aeipathy

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Part 2

The food wasn't quite ready, so he waited thinking of all the things he wanted to say, couldn't say, or should say. By the time everything was boxed up he was more confused that before. He grabbed the bags and boxes and headed to the car. As he approached the car the tailgate opened. She must have been watching for him. He started loading everything up and noticed that he didn't see Isabelle inside. That was odd. Just before he closed the door, he started to say something and heard he voice say,"Just get in." More confused now, he walked around and slid in the driver's seat. Her seat was empty. As climbed in, he glanced in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of Isabelle sitting up in the middle of the third seat.

She was no longer wearing the dress from earlier. She was in a tiny, red lace teddy with very little left to the imagination. She looked amazing. Her long, curly, sandy-blonde hair framed her face and draped down over her shoulders, covering part of the straps that met around her neck in a choker style. The straps widen as they come down and stretch to barely cover her large breasts in red lace. The straps continue until they come together at the waist and frame her generous hips. The sides are open, and it look like thin straps encircle her back and a small strap of that same lace continues below. Her soft, pale skin looks incredible next in contrast to the stretched red material. Her voluptuousness is on full display as she spills out of the outfit on all sides. She looks even better than he expected. Her skin is smooth and luxurious. He cannot see a flaw. Somehow removing your eyes from her body, you stare back up at the face. Her pouty lips are now coated in a red that can't be described without borderline language. He wishes he had taken the chance and kissed her that night. He knew it would have been wrong, but damn. Look at her.

If he thought he was unable to find the words before, he is now absolutely speechless. He has turned to get a better view and his fascination must be apparent based upon the smile on her face. He manages to get out, "Um what.." before she cuts him off. "I have been thinking about being in a car with you again since that night. I hope you don't mind." "No, of course I don't," he stammers. "What about your fiancé?" "You worry about driving or all that food's going to get cold" she says with that twinkling smile. "Let me worry about everything else."

With that he puts the Tahoe in gear and backs out, heading back to the office. "I sure am glad you have dark tinted windows. Take the long way please," she says with a wink. He just nodded as his mind went in all directions. "What was happening, and how is he this lucky? What else does she have planned?" Soon he would find out. He is definitely not focused on driving as he watches her in the mirror far more than the road. She begins running her hands over her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts, she tells him how much she has been thinking about that night. "I wanted to kiss you so badly. When I felt your hands on me I melted. i know i shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it. Your hands were so strong, and my body just reacted to being held in such a visceral level. when you held me i didn't want you to let go. I know this is a lot to throw at you but I had to get it out.i wanted to show you what you have done to me since that night."

With that she slides down onto the floor and he glances back and has to catch himself to keep from wrecking. He can now see her full body as she squeezes herself between the seats. She continues touching herself and he wishes he could pay more attention. Her fingers trace every curve and crease as she teases herself almost as much as she teases him. Her hands linger as they squeeze her soft breasts and her thumb and forefinger pull at her large erect nipples through the thin material. She lets out a soft, barely audible moan. He glances back again to see a look of pure lust as she stares back at him and squeezes harder. She begins to tell him how turned she is and how long she has wanted to tell him. She knows she shouldn't, but that has made it even hotter. Her hand drifts down, tracing the lace past her waist until she spreads her legs and finds what she was aiming for. Her previously barely audible moans become much louder and more emphatic.

They pull up to a light in the middle of town They are surrounded by other people completely oblivious to what is happening inside his car. He blurts, " If only they knew what they are missing." Based upon her reaction, the public nature of this turned her on even more. "Fuck I can't take much more." she screams as she rubs faster and faster circles around her clit. He looks down and can't believe the view. She is staring right back at him, digging her nails into her breast and biting her lower lip, enjoying every second. His pants are more than tight at this point, making it uncomfortable to sit, much less drive. He is lost in her gaze and thinking about what he would like to do with her when he is snapped out by a honking horn. In the trance, he missed the light change. He steps on the gas and the jolt give her a start. She screams so loudly that he isn't sure the cars outside didn't hear her this time.

They are getting close to the office and he isn't sure how much more he can take. She must recognize that they are getting close with the stop signs and slower driving. At the last stop sign, she begins to reach her peak. She throws her foot up on her armrest. He can't help but to reach back and touch her. He has wanted to touch her again, every day since that first night. actually, since probably the first day he met her, if he is being honest. He slowly grabs her ankle and slides as far up as he can to her calf. He squeezes her thick, toned leg and it sends her over the edge. She has been wanting his touch as long as he has wanted to touch her. She rubs furiously and begins to moan louder and stronger than before. Her legs tense up as she begins to orgasm. He has to do everything he can to keep the car on the road as he takes in the amazing sight of her body convulsing and twitching as the waves crash over her.

He finds a parking spot around the block and pulls in, taking another glance back as he places the car in park. She looks beautiful, spent, and a little sweaty as she wakes from her lust filled trance. As if she just realized she is almost naked, she begins to nervously sit up and reach for her clothes. "Hold on, let me look at you one more time. Now it's my turn. You are amazing, and you started something that needs to be finished. But right now, we have to finish our delivery." "Ok,” she says grabbing her bra. He stops her and tells her to leave that and her panties in his car. "You are going to wear that for the rest of the day under your clothes." he says. "But people will be able see the neckline." She replies in a half protest. "Maybe, but you pull it off and I want to see it every time I look at you." She happily complies and grabs her clothes. As she turns, he notices that the bottom of the teddy is completely backless but for two straps framing her plump ass.

He grabs the food from the back and gives her a few minutes to adjust herself as he brings everything inside. He has everything set up and the other employees are mingling as she walks in he almost gasps, but catches himself. Somehow, she looks even better than when walked in this morning. The tension relief must have worked. He can make out the lace behind the collar of her button shirt. She looks over and they catch each other's eyes. She notices the sparkle in his eyes and knows this is going to be a great day.
 

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