L looked good in the tight black skirt. I find skirts with buttons on the front such a turn on, as of they are an invitation to undo them, like unwrapping a birthday present. This one had six buttons and the bottom one was undone, revealing just a glimpse of shapely leg. She wore the matching black jacket over a crisp cream blouse that was see-through enough to reveal the lace top of her white bra. Sheer black clad those elegant legs. She looked good enough to eat, smart, demure, and sexy. Despite yesterday's exertions, I felt the familiar stirring in my boxers.
"You're late," said C, my girlfriend.
"Oh, and 'hello' to you too, and 'nice to see you' and 'thanks for helping out.' I'm all of five minutes late."
"You did alright out of it, if I remember rightly." She smirked at me, that dirty half-smile that I found irresistible. "L needs to be back by nine for a call from her parents. They're away."
"Thanks for doing this, I'm very grateful," L piped up from the sofa.
"No worries, but we'll need to get off soon then." I kissed C full on the lips and cradled her right breast. Her large nipple responded instantly to my touch.
"Get a room," said L. I looked over C's shoulder at her and could see from the look on her face that L had plans for us.
Five minutes later, we were on our way. L placed her jacket behind the seats. The short sleeves of her blouse revealed her slender, toned arms. Before we'd reached the end of the road, another skirt button was undone. I wondered if those lovely legs were contained in stockings. I stole a glance, nothing to say one way or the other yet.
"Did you get it?" I said.
"Not yet. Oh, you mean the job?" She was straight into full, dirty flirt mode.
"The interview went well but the interviewer spent the whole time looking straight at my tits, so I expect the well-endowed blonde with the plunging neckline got it. I had you down as a tit man but after my birthday, I'm not so sure."
"You don't muck about, do you?"
"What's the point? I could feel you inside me for days after that night. I was so turned on that I was changing my knickers twice a day. So are you a tit man?"
"I do like a nice pair to play with, but I also appreciate a shapely, firm arse or a nice pair of legs too. You've got the lot."
"Not enough there for a decent tit fuck, though, is there? Not like C's." L was right, C's soft, round D cups were ideal for the job.
"Wouldn't mind trying though."
She smiled, then she did that thing women do to discombobulate men. She removed her bra without taking off her blouse. She put the white lacy garment into her handbag, then reached across and stroked my thigh. I stiffened and she grinned. "That took you by surprise, didn't it? I seem to be able to do that. There's no phone call, by the way. I lied." I glanced across and saw the dark shadows of her perfect nipples through her blouse as they hardened in the cooling air.
The fourth skirt button was now undone. I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. "Watch the road, not my legs." She parted them slightly. "You'll have to wait and see what awaits."
"I don't need to see what I can feel." She sighed and slipped forward in her seat, making my access easier.
"Just keep your eyes and your mind on the road, not what you'd like to do to me. I want you in one piece when you get me home."
I slid my hand further up between her thighs. They were hold-up stockings.
"Happy now? You could have just asked."
I went further and got a surprise and my fingers reached her hot, slippery wetness. "No knickers?"
"In my bag, they were soaking so I took them off at C's. Now hands on the wheel, eyes on the road." She adjusted her skirt to preserve some semblance of modesty.
A couple of minutes passed. The roads were quiet and we were only about ten minutes from her home. "Do you think I'm some sort of slut? I'm not that kind of girl at all you know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well sitting here with no knickers on, propositioning you at my party, putting on a front like this."
"No, you're not a slut but I don't know why you think you need to put on such a show."
"I always get it wrong. You're only my second. I only slept with my ex because I thought he'd dump me if I didn't. Then he started forcing me to do all sorts of things."
"Not much of a catch if he forced you was he? That's something you'd never find me doing."
"Look at me though, cheating with my best friend's boyfriend."
"Cheated, once, and I wasn't exactly forced, was I? Now, why don't you tell me why you came to your senses and dumped that boyfriend of yours."
"It was quite funny, really. I caught him in the act of screwing a waitress at his work's party."
"Hard to explain away."
"It gets better, he told me to get on my knees and lick her clean while he gave me one from behind."
"In the right circumstances, that would be pretty erotic. I guess neither of you was up for it?"
"I told him to fuck off and kneed him in the balls. She said, 'Well done for finding them,' and we left him doubled up. I left the door to the room open so everyone could see him with his trousers round his ankles."
"Remind me never to cross you. Nice to see you smiling again. Look, L. You're not a slut, you're not a bad person, you just picked a bad one. We're not all like that." I parked outside her house. "Now do you want me to come in, no pressure, I just want to make sure you're OK."
