Take Me For A Ride

Meredith shifted in her chair and smiled as she felt the tenderness inside her. A little chafing is good for the soul, she thought deliciously. And last night was all soul. Well, no, it was actually all about bodies but in an amazing way that used the most creative parts of their minds and opened them up to a deeper experience, too, in just the… what? The allowing of it all. No headgames. No boundaries. No inhibition. Just desire and its absolute fulfillment in a drugging, drenching pleasure.

Jesse deserved another story. And he deserved her proper inspiration as she wrote. Meredith slipped her hand inside her cream lace panties, knuckles brushing the fabric aside as her fingertips slid gently between her still swollen pink lips and a sigh escaped her… so moist. So ready for him. Tonight, she would have him on paper. Stroking her keyboard. Pounding out her most libidinous thoughts. Soon, again, he would take her in person. And again after that. He was always that good. Stroking his majestic cock, drinking in his masculine scent. And pounding herself down on him. Yes, next time she would ride him. For that she could wait no longer.

Two glasses of wine, one worn out pair of AAA batteries in a shiny pink vibrator, and three progressively stronger orgasms later, she finished her story and tucked herself between her ocean blue Egyptian cotton sheets to dream of him. His sweat and cum still on her pillow, she rubbed her face in the precious traces of him, inhaled deeply, and sank into another REM fantasy, each better, each wetter, than the last.

*******

All in all, it was a good week. Hot nights, cool days. In business, she had never been more creative, more productive. The effort it took to focus, to pull attention away from her throbbing clitoris, her aching G-Spot, her hardening nipples, the monumental concentration, yielded powerful results. Happy clients, new referrals. She would never forgive herself if she let her sex drive damage the practice she had fought so hard to build: she was never more committed to staying on top of work than when she had such a delicious preoccupation with play. There would be no more guilt about her desire for pleasure… not of any kind.

Still, as her long auburn hair fell across her face, mid-conversation about a newly created operations role in an event management company, her memory flashed to his long, lean fingers, perfectly tapered, so strong and yet so capable of perfect gentleness. He was reaching for her now, brushing her hair aside, breathing so softly onto her face, devouring her with his energy alone before leaning in to her for the softest of touches, lip skimming lip, tongue pointed, reaching out tip to tip, literally one taste bud at a time… holding the moment, teasing her mercilessly, watching her eyes to see when she would be able to take it no longer… and then crushing her mouth in a deep, endless kiss, the lingering sensuality of its beginnings now matched boldly by its passion, reaching all the way to the ends of her toes and spinning her in a dizzy trance.

“Yes, Mr. Jeffries,” she heard herself saying, “I think it is critical that the candidate have experience managing a sales team as well as a service division. That balance is so important.” And all the while she was thinking, “And I don’t care right now because I am so fucking swollen I have no blood left for any brain cells involved in this conversation.” But she showed such self control as she finished, “Of course I will have the paperwork ready for you Monday. End of day. Consider it done.”

Meredith smiled, looking up at the garment bag behind her door. Monday would take care of itself. First there would be the weekend. And she was so ready.

Jesse had sent her one of his special emails yesterday. As usual, it was articulate. Witty even. How could it not be? He verily exuded intellect and erudition. But this missive was also commanding... and that made her so hot.

“We’re going out. Be ready at 6:30 sharp. You’ve heard of casual chic? Our dress code will besexual chic. Wear a skirt you can spread your legs in. Wide. Panties in your purse. Wear whatever fancy thing you like on top as long as I can see and reach what I want… whenever I want. Be hungry. Plan on us eating early… and often.”

It made her heart stop the first time she read it. And each thought of him since made her nipples tingle. She bought a new black dress with a soft, plunging neckline and couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw her in it… or when he took her out of it. Fuck, she loved the way he peeled off her clothes. Getting dressed never felt so good as when she knew he would be getting her undressed. The lingerie, yes, but mostly the way he looked at the woman in her. Whether he was gazing in to her eyes, panting over her breasts or peering into her folds as he inhaled her deepest feminine scent, she had never felt so completely seen. Jesse knew how to show his appreciation. All the romance novels of Meredith’s youth had lines like “His hands travelled her skin like a blind man reading the gospel in Braille” or “He worshipped every inch of her quivering body” and “Her cunt had soaked right through her underwear and her skirt, her fluids creamy and white, dripping down her thighs…” Such provocative words. Such evocative fiction, she always thought.

Until now. Jesse had taught her that the word could indeed be made flesh.

6:15. He would be here soon. Meredith had covered her whole body in the cocoa bean scrub he liked: her skin was as soft and smooth as the sheets they would soon writhe upon and she smelled like a decadent chocolate mousse. She would be his dessert, and he hers. Hair in soft waves, a light flavoured gloss upon her lips… already parted in anticipation… and her breathing becoming ragged, Meredith moved across the room to grab her shoulder wrap. The breeze between her legs tickled her and made her giggle. Panties in her purse, indeed. She was so ready for him. She pulled her skirt aside and pushed two fingers inside herself, moaning audibly as she imagined him doing just the same. Only five minutes and he would be there. He was always on time. And yet, even as her fingers made a chocolate pudding slip‘n slide out of her most private space, the wait felt like an impossible agony. She wanted him so.

6:29. Her phone rang. “I’m downstairs,” he said. For a moment she was confused, disappointed. He didn’t want to come up? To see her? Kiss her hello? But something in his tone told her there would be surprises in store … naughty ones… and she hurried to lock the door, hands shaking a little as she turned the key.

Outside she found him waiting beside a taxi. She looked at him quizzically. “All will be revealed,” Jesse said directly into her ear, his hot breath an assault on her equilibrium. He paused, drew her hand up to his lips to kiss it, gallantry one of the notes of the night’s symphony, and grinned wildly as he detected the scent on her fingers. His hot gaze told her he knew her secret, his knowing making her blush just a little.

She climbed in to the back seat of the cab, his hand brushing her ass ever so lightly on the way by, and the cab driver looking smugly in the rearview mirror as this transpired. Meredith was at once nervous and excited, made a little self conscious by the driver’s look; Jesse was purposeful and completely in charge. He stared the driver down, daring him to intrude on them again. “On our way,” he said, not saying where, reaching again for Meredith’s hand and drawing her musky fingers into his mouth, sucking deeply. Meredith realized there was a plan well in place and she would do well just to take the ride.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Jesse asked her, “Are you dressed as I said?” his hands reaching up her leg to answer his own question. As he leaned forward, the front of his wool coat pulled open. Meredith sighed, as much from the gorgeous sight of him in a suit jacket as the tickling of his hand on her naked inner flesh. Dear God he was handsome. And all decked out in fuck-me Armani virgin wool? She sunk into the feeling, then caught herself, eyes darting at the driver who dared only look straight ahead. “Of course,” she whispered. His hand pulled back, eyes locked on hers, and then returned… this time it was not empty, and it did not stop mid-thigh. Meredith giggled. Startled… nervous… and so fucking aroused. He quickly rubbed her inner lips, spreading their moisture around, slicking her for entry… and then slid a small, initially very cold, object inside her. Her eyes widened in (not quite) surprise.

“Don’t pretend with me, Meredith,” Jesse chastised. “Never with me. You’re mine tonight.” With that he opened her purse, pulled out her underwear and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. Casually tightening his fingers around the lavender silk of her panties, holding them just in front of his face, he turned to the driver and ordered, “Get as close to the corner as you can and we’ll hop out. We could use a short walk.” Then he inhaled her scent again, burying his face in the fabric of her sex as, this time, the driver’s eyes were the ones to widen.

“He’s so fucking hard,” Jesse whispered to Meredith. “And he can’t have you. Only I can.” He slipped the panties over her legs. “Lift up,” he demanded, and she thrust her hips toward him. He settled the panties around her waist and slipped a finger under the edge of them a second later, dipping in to her once more, and then slowly, decadently, licking his finger. Reaching in to his pocket, he showed her the remote control. “I’ll be inside you all night.”

The taxi came to an abrupt halt as Jesse tossed some cash to the driver and pulled Meredith from the car. Her body twitched
for a second, the sensation strange. “How was she going to walk with this thing inside her?” she wondered… Thank God her panties were tight or it might just fall… Oh my. A gentle, tickling jolt ran through her. Jesse may have had one hand in the small of her back, subtly but masterfully guiding her forward (Fuck, he noticed every little gesture that would turn her on…) but his other hand held the controls tightly in his pocket. And the night’s vibrations had begun.

*******

Walking across a restaurant had never been so hard. And as she looked down at Jesse’s suit pants, his overcoat now taken by the maitre’d, she saw he, too, was finding things hard. He looked amazing. She was transfixed.

He had requested a corner booth in the back room, as private as one can get in public, and a bottle of very good Chianti was already waiting on the table. Red velvet booth, red velvet wine, red velvet swelling between her… oh! he turned up the controls again just as she was sitting down… The waiter couldn’t have known, yet he looked at Jesse knowingly just the same. This place was a bit of a sin den, and Meredith realized that by now she must smell of sex. The thought made her moan softly once more.

Glasses poured, the table pushed back in to place after they were seated, the rich, heavy table cloth making below-the-waist secrets possible… somehow necessary… Jesse spared no time in letting Meredith know the kind of night it would be. He leaned in to kiss her, his breath hot on her face, holding his position millimeters away, teasing, not touching, his hand curved around her knee and pulled up, wedging her foot on the seat cushion and pulling her thighs apart in one seamless move. As his lips at last brushed hers, his hand moved under her skirt, between her legs – no, oh god, between her lips – and inside of her. Dozens of people at dozens of tables around them, a waiter on his way over to take their order, and Jesse’s fingers were inside her. Meredith was shocked. Wet. Scared. Impaled. Torn by her mixed emotions. Ultimately owned by his desire, and driven wild by her own. He tugged on her lower lip, ran his tongue along its inner edge… turning her to liquid and drinking her in.

As the waiter circled in, Jesse slowly pulled his face back from hers, only barely moving her leg, and not even attempting to move his hand, despite her brief attempt to pull away. Jesse held her there as he turned to the waiter and said, “It’s lady’s choice. She’s the one with the delicious taste,” his tone making no secret of the double entendre. Meredith thought she could see the waiter blush a little, too, as Jesse continued. “The beautiful Italian lady will order for both of us.” Each time he said “lady,” Meredith became that much more aware of the state of her body. Educated, sophisticated, elegant, even, on occasion, refined… all these words could once have been used to describe her. And all were irrelevant tonight. She was in a fine restaurant, all but naked below the waist, with a vibrator buried deep inside her and glorious fingers strumming her clit. And she was loving every minute of it. This was definitely getting in touch with her inner slut. Jesse was watching her, taking it all in. She was scanning the menu; he was scanning her. And deciding she needed even more excitement.

As Meredith asked a few questions and then set about ordering: spaghetti carbonara, wet, spicy, extra parmesano reggiano as a primi piatti for them to share; as secondi, the pesto salmon for her and the… oh god. The controls. He was letting her know she could order but he was still in charge. And it was fucking amazing. She caught her breath, shuddered, gave Jesse the look he needed to see to know he had her, had her submission, had her lust and pleasure, too, and then finished: porcini filet mignon for him, medium well, with the pink peppercorn demi glaze. Grilled asparagus on the side, extra lemon. Spinach with pine nuts – he liked his vegetables. And she would see to it that he needed the iron as much as the protein.

“Grazi,” she said cheerily to the waiter. “Thank you,” she sighed deeply to Jesse the second they were alone again.

It was the best meal either of them had ever had. Rich, decadent flavours. Sharp, soft, creamy, buttery, crisp, tangy. It was everything they could want, perfectly prepared, gorgeously delivered. Utterly mouth watering. (And the food was delicious, too.) By the time the waiter came to inquire about dessert, amazing though the chocolate and mascarpone concoctions looked in their way by, Meredith couldn’t imagine staying a moment longer. If Jesse could not touch her more boldly, penetrate her more fully, she feared she would literally explode. “Yes, we will have dessert,” Jesse said, and Meredith whimpered. He looked at her teasingly. “But not here.” Thank God. He looked at his watch and told her to stand – it was time.

One hand on her back, another on his remote, Jesse again walked Meredith along the gauntlet of the restaurant floor, one quaking, quivering step at a time. He conferred briefly with the maitre’d, then out the door they went. Meredith smiled ruefully when she saw the black stretch limousine obstructing the front steps and moved to circle around it to get to the taxi stand. The fire between her legs stopped her short – he had turned it up all the way. “Nuh huh. Getting ahead of yourself. Come back here,” Jesse said. “This is our ride. For the next two hours at least.” As she stepped toward him, overwhelmed and delighted, the chauffeur held the door open for them both. Jesse climbed in first and held a hand out to Meredith. As she leaned in, he pulled her directly into his lap, facing him, pulling her legs around his waist and reaching under her skirt in one glorious, aggressive gesture. As he bent his head into her hair, he softly said, “And I do expect you to ride.”

The limousine pulled out into the traffic and Meredith almost lost her balance – ah, just another excuse for Jesse to pull her close, his strong arms wrapped around her, one hand gripping her ass, the other splayed between her shoulder blades. “Whoa – I’ve got you,” he said. Oh yes he did, she thought. More than he knew. How much he was about to find out.

She pressed herself tightly to his chest, pelvis thrusting toward him, unable to get close enough, eyes sparkling in wonder at him and this perfect night. He had said he was a man to fulfill women’s fantasies. A lover among men. She was beginning to understand on a whole new level.

He lifted both hands up to her face, one snaking behind her ear… oh, here it would come, she thought. THE kiss. Jesse’s signature moment. A fucking 1940s movie climax – Bogart buries his face in Bacall; she swoons; cut to waves crashing on an empty beach as the music rises to crescendo. It made her shudder every time – Meredith literally braced herself.

Jesse’s hand cupped her head and tilted it back ever so slightly as his breath grazed the softness of her cheek. He looked deeply into her eyes before bending down and brushing her jaw with the side of his face, his nose to her temple, then his lips to her ear, hot breath making her pulse race until finally… finally… his lips pressed to hers. The softest of touches, a slow building of pressure. He never parted her lips; he never needed to. He knew she would open to him. Her head tipped back, a soft moan growling in the back of her throat driving him to want more, his tongue at last reached out for hers and their passion overtook them.

Jesse pushed himself to the edge of the seat as he leaned Meredith back into the rich leather, sliding her wrap from her shoulders and creating a pillow for her head before trailing his kisses down her neck to her breasts. Meredith was lost in the sensation, eyes closed, hands reaching above her head to grip the seatback and open herself more fully to his touch. He paused for just a moment – just enough time for her to raise her gaze, eyelids heavy with passion, and look up at his beautiful face. As always she felt herself drowning in his eyes, darkened as they became with his own desire; drifting her focus downward, she was utterly mesmerized by his lips… so full, so sensual, so devastatingly talented.

Meredith knew his touch, knew what she wanted, and yet surprised even herself at the intensity of her arousal as the car thrummed under them and he slid his hands silkily under her dress to caress her bare flesh. Up her ribcage, around her back… one quick tug and her bra was unhooked, her breasts released. They both liked her lacy bra, its plunging centre and the way it lifted her breasts up to meet his eyes – and he was always looking! But at moments like these, the bra falling to the car floor, it felt like a release from prison. And Jesse was using his pass for a conjugal visit!

Jesse’s hands gently closed over Meredith’s breasts, cupping them softly, his thumb and forefinger working in perfect tandem to tease her nipples until they stood erect and excited. She arched back on the seat, the cool breeze from the open sunroof sending shivers across her bare flesh.

Right. They were in a limousine. And there was a chauffeur. “Where are you taking me?” Meredith asked between deep, involuntary breaths. “And what about him?”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Jesse replied. He’s a pro. He knows what to do. And I’m taking you everywhere you want to go. A few times. You know that.” The intensity in his voice and his gaze as he promised her a night she would never forget sent a rush of moisture to Meredith’s sex. Her chin reached out for him. He did not disappoint. Jesse’s mouth covered hers in a deep, oh so erotic kiss that left her panting, out of her mind. He reached around her to unzip the
back of her dress. Oh, God, she wanted to be naked for him. But here, like this? He felt her resistance.

“You know you want to,” Jesse said. “Let yourself go. No boundaries, remember?”

Meredith didn’t make a sound. She let her wrapping her legs around his waist speak for her, reaching for his head, pulling his lips to her once more. Jesse’s head bent to her nipples, full, hard, begging for his tongue. With each swirl, each tug with his teeth, Meredith felt herself growing wetter. Her fertile mind, used to razor sharp thinking, was now reduced to only one thought: Please touch me. Please. Now.

Jesse knew what she wanted. He always knew. Her thighs parted of their own volition as his searching fingers found their way to the heart of her wetness, what felt like the centre of her soul. He dropped to his knees on the floor before her, lapping her inner thighs with his tongue, breathing hard and sure on her most secret place… and then stopping.

Her eyes jerked open. He couldn’t stop now. Jesse laughed at her. He did so enjoy driving her out of her mind. He moved across to the other seat, reached into the cabinet on the floor beside him, and extracted a bottle of chilled champagne, two glasses, and some chocolate dipped strawberries. Meredith’s face said “Yes, lovely, great but not now...” and he answered back with a silent teasing of his own: “Yes, exactly now,” as he poured her a glass.

Jesse dropped a strawberry into her champagne and tipped the glass to her lips, his face grazing her ear once more as he said “All in good time… We have plenty of open road ahead of us.”

As she swallowed, her eyes at once glared and devoured him, furious and inflamed with desire at the same time. She sat up just a little and pulled him between her legs, his shoulders to her pelvis, the back of his head on her midriff. And she fed him chocolate, one tiny bite at a time, her fingers raking through his hair, her palms pressing down on his hardened chest. Two could play the teasing game.

Meredith slipped out from under him and reached for the champagne bottle but Jesse wrestled it away from her and pushed her aggressively back into the seat. The noise of the bottle nicking the car door startled them both, led the chauffeur to roll down the window separating his world from theirs – just an inch – enough to remind them of the danger.

“Sssshhhh,” said Jesse. “Be a good girl.”

“Oh you don’t want me to be good,” Meredith replied wickedly as she arched into the seat and pulled his hungry mouth up to hers. Chocolate, champagne, lips and tongue. All deliciously intertwined. She could kiss him for hours… days! Never tiring of it. She said so often. And when he kissed her there… oh god.

Jesse had dropped to his knees again. And spread her legs so wide. His hands ran back and forth along the softness of her inner thighs. His breathing had become broken and tense, every exhale an effort, every inhale an intoxication. He ran the tip of one index finger all the way up to her outer lips, down one side, up the other, around the other thigh… and back again… as she quivered uncontrollably. She wanted him there, needed it, arched up to him, silently begging. He loved it. And he would respond… in time. First his tongue followed the same path as his finger, around, all around, everywhere but that centre. She moaned, thrust up to him, and heard him chuckle from the back of his throat.

“Did you want something?” he asked.

“You bastard,” she replied.

They both loved it.

Finally, just when she could take it no more, he dropped the tip of his tongue to where it was needed, circling her, pushing up and up. One warm instant, swollen clit throbbing in his mouth. And he… sipped. Like it was a steamy hot August day and he had been building a fence in the glaring sun and she was the first glass of cool lemonade he had ever experienced in his life. He reveled in her scent, her taste, her… everything.

This was no localized “licking,” hoping to stay out of trouble, trying to get it over with. Jesse was a man who loved nothing more than to eat a woman into her very soul. And Meredith knew this was a primal gift, his animal self to hers. As her orgasm approached, he could feel it. There was no separation between his tongue and her clit. In this moment they were one. “Right there,” she moaned – not because he needed to be told. Because she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… your tongue!” Fuck the driver, the other cars, the whole rest of the goddamn world. Meredith had lost the ability to care about anything except the feeling of his tongue rolling on her flesh. Up and down. Side to side. Probing. Stroking. Sliding and sucking.

Oh, the sucking. Harder. There. Yes.

Just as the spasms began to wrack her body, Meredith felt Jesse’s fingers plunge inside her, tearing the vibrator out and replacing it with his rock hard cock. He plunged into her, driving her whole body back into the seat, a cry ripping from her body: Yes. Oh fuck yes. They could all hear her and she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but how good he felt.

Jesse had begun moaning now, too. His hands were on her breasts, grabbing her ass, pinning her head down, fingers entwined in hers. God, he was everywhere. And mostly he was colonizing her glorious cunt. His, really. Tonight he owned her. In every way that mattered to either of them, she was his. And it drove him crazy with desire.

The next waves of orgasm came on so strongly they almost scared her. Meredith felt the shudders building, arched her back more – that intensity wasn’t possible. He wasn’t possible. Except it was happening. He was here. And as he stroked her, drove into her, impaled and enthralled her, her insides exploded in a ray of fireworks. That was not a metaphor. Meredith had become awash in cascading light. She didn’t see stars; she was stars. And Jesse was a celestial god.

She reached to brush the rivulets of sweat from his face as he wiped a tear from hers. What was it about deep sex that made her cry? The vulnerability, she supposed. It was a crucible. Burning her to the truth of her centre. Under oath she would swear: this is what her body was meant to do.

Jesse sat back for a moment, collected himself, caught his breath. Meredith slipped away from him and he whimpered. Their sex had only one rule: stay inside. Never leave him cold. Never find her empty. But the limousine brought with it an implied promise: Meredith would go for a ride. She pushed Jesse’s shoulders back into the seat across from them, yanked his arm up until he hoisted himself into the seat, looking at her in lusty anticipation.

“Oh yeah?” he queried as Meredith moved up to straddle him. “Oh fucking YEAH!” Meredith replied, reaching down to circle his beautiful cock with her fingers and guide him into her. Their intensity briefly quelled, Meredith held herself up, teasing him now, delighting his senses as she lowered herself only one tiny millimeter at a time, both of them enraptured by the sensations as her tight folds surrounded him, feeling every ridge, every beat of his pulse and hers. Her body was opening to him; his body was opening to her sensation. Both were wide, raw… wanting.

Finally he filled her as far as he could go, the tip of him brushing her cervix, his throbbing merging with her own. Jesse shook as he felt himself squeezed, drawn in, her body a vortex with its own gravity… and he was falling, falling into the sheer ecstasy of her.

Meredith was skewered now, impossibly full, lost in the incredible waves of pleasure rocking her body up and down… and at last she began to move, following the sensation, grinding her hips in long slow circles from the top to the bottom of his cock, from the edges of her inner lips to the depths of her insides, grabbing his cock and forcing it into her G-spot over and over again, pressing the base of his cock into her clit with every stroke.

Jesse’s hands move to her breasts, his mouth dragging across her neck, teeth tugging on an earlobe, breath heavy and moaning audibly. They were inches from the driver’s head now, the other side of the car, just the other side of his window, a thin panel of smoked glass all that separated them. Jesse thought he could hear the other man moaning in his own right. That turned them both on. Jesse was always so controlled. A fuc-king genius at delayed gratification who could literally go all night. And Meredith loved it. At this moment, she just loved driving him crazy more. Stroking him hard with her entire body. Pulsing. Surging. Milking him. She felt his teeth grinding, his face pressing into her neck, his hips arching. The feel of him moving under her like that, his flesh on her flesh – so much better unobstructed, the contraceptive patch on her voluptuous Mediterranean ass making their carefree night just that much better. Oh god, the intensity of his desire! The feel of him, the sound of him, knowing he was out of his mind lost in her… it all drove Meredith over the edge and she began to cry out, her own orgasm building.

“Come with me!” she yelled, no more thought to who might hear. “Fucking fill me! I need it!” And as the spasms began to overtake her, Jesse began thrusting up to meet her in earnest, his cock ramming into her, nearly tearing her soft flesh as his passion became his only consciousness. Lights flashed. The world shrank to that car in that moment, to that friction between their bodies. Jesse surged inside her, his hot cream shooting as far as any man had ever gone in any woman as her body was wracked by their shared climax. Six, seven, eight times he shot into her; a dozen times her vagina gripped him and begged for more.

Finally, when they could stand it no longer, Meredith fell over to one side, pulling Jesse
down to lie on the seat with her, panting, exhausted, only barely aware of their surroundings. Until they heard a familiar sound… muffled, but clear nonetheless. Clapping. The driver – cheeky bastard – was clapping.

They laughed, slowly adjusted their clothing, sipped their champagne and readied themselves for the homeward journey. Jesse tried in van to untangle her hair. Meredith haphazardly wiped some of the stickiness from his suit pants. No point in worrying about how they sounded to their one man fan club. He would drop them off and they would move on.

Meredith’s bed was calling. They had waaay more fucking to do.