Each week I take part in a meme called Wicked Wednesdays. I do this for two reasons, it’s great writing practice and it’s fun… This meme is not restricted to writing but writing is what I love to do so…
Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked over to where he was sitting. Tonight she felt sexy, brave and adventurous but she was not sure he felt the same, that was something only time would tell. For so long she had watched him from afar and now she was ready to make her move. After all, all she wanted was to feel the cool cotton of his crisply ironed shirt against her naked breasts. To pop each of the buttons from his shirt and reveal what she knew was a well toned body to her eyes and feel her hands run over her chest before she moved downwards to her prize… It was not too much to ask for right?
As she approached him, she smelt the familiar aroma of his usual cologne. The masculine scent that had so many times before sent her to the company restroom to relieve herself. She felt the familiar warmth begin to grow between her thighs, but instead of taking the chair next to him, she placed herself down in the chair opposite his and leaned forward. He leaned in towards her as if eager to hear what she had to say to him.
She whispered something into his ear, and he all but shot back into his chair, a look of shock on his face. Had she just blown it? Angela had it on good authority that this was a man who liked a woman who knew how to take control, had her information been wrong? Once more their eyes met and she knew immediately that it had not.
Her resolve fueled by the look in his gray eyes, she rose and took his hand, silently beckoning him to follow her. She needed no words and he followed like a puppy dog. She smiled a knowing smile as they passed her friend, who in turn nodded her approval.
Once in the darkest corner of the parking lot, she turned and looked at him. His eyes betrayed his desire as they met hers and it was only a matter of seconds before their lips were upon each others. The hunger that had built up inside her as she had readied herself for this moment, split over and she all but devoured him, before she regained her senses and pulled away from him.
Angela asked him where his car was parked in a matter of fact manner despite the fact the fire of desire was burning brightly inside her. A Dodge Charger. “Perfect!” she informed him as they made their way over to the shinning new car.
“Where we going?” he asked her as he started the engine.
“Anywhere…” Came the matter of fact response, “Just drive.”
He obeyed and quickly the turned the car out of the lot and onto the highway. As the engine revved Angela began to tease the cars gear stick. There was something about a Dodge Charger that made her horny, and the puddle that was quickly growing beneath her would give testimony to that fact. She lay back in the seat and began to tease her body, immerse herself in the sound of the throbbing engine and before long she was all but naked. She felt his hands run over her exposed breasts, felt his fingertips caress her thighs and the cars was not the only engine that was revving.
What she hadn’t realized was they were now stationary at least not until the point where he had reached over and motioned for her to climb on his now exposed hot rod. She gladly climbed over and lowered herself onto him. He met her body with his and thrust upwards at the same time his foot pressed forward. The engine revved and then relaxed as she rode him, his hands cupping her breasts until her own engine was revved to the point of no return. A scream erupted as an orgasm overtook her. The driver soon followed suit and the engine revved as her own engine once more hit a pulse that matched his, as he spilled his oil deep inside her. She slumped forward, clinging to him,
“That’s one ride I won’t forget in a hurry.” She whispered in his ear…
“Me neither…” he whispered back as he depressed the pedal once more.
The following morning they walked into the car showroom where they both worked. Angela could not help but steal a glance at the Charger that helped cement this work relationship. It was their secret and they had both agreed that was the way it should stay. Of course Sarah was in the know as well, after all it was her that had given Mike the keys to the Dodge in the first place…
This weeks Meme was accompanied by the prompt: Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked over to where he was sitting. If you enjoyed my attempt then please be sure to check out the other amazing pieces by clicking the banner!