It was a Friday evening around 7.30 pm. I'd just finished work and was looking forward to going home and drinking that nice bottle of Sancerre that was chilling in the fridge. I was making my way across the car park when I heard a female voice calling my name. Glancing around, I saw it was my new supervisor, Julia. What the fuck have I done now? I thought!
I should explain that I work as a train driver, and it's very unusual to have a female boss. A lot of my colleagues had a real problem with it. For me though, on the few occasions that I'd met Julia, I'd always found her to be easy to get on with, funny, intelligent and also very knowledgeable about the job. And did I mention the fact that she was sexy too?
She stood about five-two tall with shoulder-length dark curly hair, which was tied up and this evening she was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse, a grey pencil skirt and a pair of black patent peep-toe heels.
“You look worried, Mr. City.” She said with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Well, I'm waiting for you to tell me what I've done wrong this time,” I answered.
“Don't be silly. You're one of my better drivers. I just wondered if you could give me a lift home. I see you live close to me.”
Julia must have been studying my personnel files to know that. Cheeky bitch!!
“Sure,” I replied
“I'm parked over here.”
She followed me over to my motor, which is a twenty-two-year-old MX5 sports car, my pride, and joy. I undid the door and got in and reached across and unlocked the passenger door. As Julia crouched down to get in, her skirt rose, and I saw a brief glimpse of her shapely tanned thighs.
She settled herself into the seat and straightened her skirt as I turned the key and started the engine. I was just about to drive off when she looked at me and said, “For fuck's sake, it's a lovely sunny evening. You're driving a sports car, and you've still got the hood up. Come on, get it down. Let's enjoy the last of the sunshine.”
“Ok, if you'd like, but I’m warning you, it's noisy with it down.”
She just laughed. I reached across her to unzip the rear window and unfasten the catches on her side, and as I did, so I felt her firm breasts pushing into my arms. I lowered the hood and drove. As I did so, Julia did that cliché thing of letting her hair down and shaking her head to let it fall free. She was a good-looking woman for a couple of minutes. I let my mind wander, thinking how wonderful it was to have an attractive girl in the car with me. I was undressing her. Then I came too and reminded myself that this was my boss, and you don't “shit on your doorstep.”
We started chatting and Julia asked if we could take the long way around on the country lanes, as she was enjoying the ride. I wondered if I should ask if she wanted to go for a drink.
It brought me back to reality as I realized there was a sharp right-hand bend coming up. I hit the brakes.
Reaching for the gearshift to shift down into second.
Being an older car, it's got quite a stiff gear change and as I engaged the gear, my grip slipped from the gear stick and ended up on Julia's knee.
It surprised me when I noticed her palm on the back of my hand.
“Don't worry, that feels good. It's been a while since I've been felt up,” she said.
I carried on driving. I had to ask for my hand back to change gear. After I'd done so, she pulled my grip back, encouraging me to reach further up her lap, which appeared so smooth.
I needed no more encouragement and as I brushed her thighs, I noticed her grasp move to my pole, and she caressed me. I could feel that telltale bulge building in my boxers. It wasn’t long before Julia’s grip was resting on my rising crotch, and before I knew it, she was wrestling with the zipper to release my stiffening cock.
I could not believe this was happening. Things like this never happened to me! But as I stole a brief look downward, sure enough, Julia’s small well-manicured hand was stroking up and down my shaft, and she’d pulled my foreskin back and was gazing at my swollen purple head.
“I think you’d better pull over before we have an accident, so you can concentrate on me,” she ordered.
There was a farm entrance and by now we were in the heart of nowhere. There was even grass sprouting in the middle of the lane.
I pulled over and turned the motor off. All I could hear were the birds singing, the ticking of the cooling engine and the heavy breathing of my boss who had just undone her safety belt.