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GET IN THE CAR,” Jen demanded when she pulled up right in front of my work’s main office doors. It was quarter to six in the evening. I stayed an extra forty-five minutes late at work to finish off some stuff that I didn’t want to clutter my desk when I come back Monday morning. “Jen?” I was in shock to find her picking me up after work. Since the night she came over to my place and we fucked each other until the wee hours of dawn, we haven’t seen each other. The odd times we caught each other online our conversations were strictly G-rated, which was a shocker to me. Not once during our rare online meetings since that night did we flirt nor hint of getting together again for another mindless night of fucking. I tried bringing up the subject of that night during our chats, but she was quick to shut me down. And the one time we had a text-messaging marathon, it was freaking G-rated as well. I also mentioned to her that I was taking my car to the shop today and would be bussing or taking a cab home. She didn’t hint to me that she’d swing by and pick me up Kadıköy Escort after work! “Get in and let’s go,” she demanded tersely. I knew better than to push my luck. I was running late and didn’t get the chance to call for a cab before I left work, and I know that waiting for the bus to arrive at the stop close to work would take me forever. So I did what I was told and hopped in to Jen’s top-down slick black Pontiac Solstice. As soon as I stepped in she pushed a switch and the top came up. Jen made sure it was secured first before we drove off and her tinted windows were rolled up. “So, where are we going?” I asked after I buckled my seatbelt and Jen was pulling out of my work parking lot. “Somewhere,” was her flippant reply, her eyes were on the road making sure there wasn’t any oncoming traffic before she merged. I was intrigued, but I didn’t say anything. I just sat back and watched her drive. I studied Jen silently, noting her tensed profile and how she was gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles Kadıköy Escort Bayan turned white. She blasted the A/C to ice-cold and since it was a hot summer day today, I didn’t mind being chilled a bit. I noticed that she was just driving around my work area, which was on the industrial part of the city. I still have no idea what Jen had in mind and when I tried asking her where we were going, she just shushed me and told me to let her drive. Finally about thirty minutes later she pulled up in an empty parking lot, parked under the shade of some big trees and not much in view of any traffic from the road. She parked diagonally, taking up two spots and put the car to PARK. She didn’t kill off the engine though but took off her seatbelt without saying a word. “Wha—” I wasn’t able to say anything else before I felt her mouth clamped on mine, her tongue pushing my surprised lips to part before once again delving inside to tongue-fuck my mouth. Jen’s aggressiveness was new to me. She was hungry and Escort Kadıköy practically climbing on top of me from the driver’s seat, but she remained where she was seated and our hands fumbled to get my seatbelt off me. When I was finally free of the restraint I felt her hands working on my clothes. She started undoing the buttons of my top, pushing out my lacey bra-clad breasts. She tore her mouth off mine and moved down to suckle on my tits, pushing the bra aside until my nipples showed and nibbled it “Jen…” I moaned, arching my back when she gingerly bit on my nipple. I felt her hand move down my front and under my short business skirt. My legs spread on their own accord as Jen’s hand made its ascent, stopping when it reached its goal, which was my pantyless crotch. I felt her grin against my chest before moving her head up, “No panties today, Miss Ally?” she said teasingly. “No,” I shook my head, that one-word almost coming out as a sigh. “Why not?” She removed her hand from my crotch, but it didn’t stray away from my skirt. Instead she yanked it up until my shaved pussy was exposed making me gasp audibly when I felt the cool A/C touched my heated flesh. “Because…because…” I couldn’t finish my sentence when I saw her dip her head and I felt her warm breath against my exposed flesh. “Oh fuck…” I groaned and slumped deeper against the seat.

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