2017 school sex stories: DRIVING MISS DAISY – Part 2B
“Yeah, remember that I worked all week with my office door closed and locked? I built a remote control for her boss’s car that week. Then I used that truck I rented to follow them when they left work Friday afternoon. Daisy actually tongue-kissed him in the parking lot not thirty feet from where I was parked. She gave him a blowjob in the car on the way to a nearby bar. That’s when I installed the remote control and two cameras—one to see where they were going and the other to see them in the front seat.
“She took him into her mouth as soon as they were back in the car and I took control while they were driving toward King’s Park. It was actually funny watching him try to control the car. I had him doing sixty through there and I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw a cop car ahead. I managed to sideswipe the cop car and speed them away. I led the cop on a merry chase down 25A, passing on a double yellow and at one point I stopped the car until the cop walked up. Then I drove them away again.”
“Yeah, I did, but I stopped again and disconnected before they made it to Smithtown. I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone so I just pulled the car over to the shoulder.”
“Damn, John…that’s great. Driving Miss Daisy; kind of like that movie, only better. I like that.”
“It gets better. I managed to score some coke from a guy I used to work with. I couldn’t get her boyfriend’s prints on the bottle, but I did get his DNA before I hid it in his door pocket.”
“What about Daisy?”
“I couldn’t and I didn’t have to. She had coke in her purse; claimed her gave it to her to hold.”
“Damn, even junior high school kids know better than that.”
“Three detectives came to the house Saturday morning to question me. They also asked me to check out the control mechanism which I gladly did. It was cheaply made and had burned up by the time I was done with it.”
“That was lucky.”
I couldn’t resist a smirk. “I’m glad you think so. Anyway, the cops told me they were both stoned and had been drinking heavily. He’s probably going to prison between the vehicular charges and the coke—felony amount—but Daisy will probably get probation. The device was so badly burned there’s no way to get anything out of it so they’ll never trace it to me. I used gloves when making and installing it so no DNA other than what I added when I was examining it for the police.”
“Okay, so why aren’t you happier? You look like you’re really down in the dumps.”
“Perhaps you haven’t noticed how bad I am with women. Before this I had Daisy. With all of her faults she was still hot as hell and she was fantastic in bed. I’m no good at the bar and club scene so I have no idea where I’m going to find another woman who will love me.”
“John, you’re probably the finest man I know. You’re smart as hell—no, you’re even smarter than that–you’re polite and considerate—a real gentleman. I don’t think you’ll have to look too far to find that dream woman of yours. You’re better off without her. Whenever she came here to see you I noticed how much you adored her. I think we all did, but know what we saw from her? Indifference; most of the time it seemed that she didn’t care about you at all.”
“Yeah…I guess. Thanks for the compliments, not that they’ll do me any good. What say we get some work done today?” I immersed myself in work for the rest of the week, starting early and staying late yet again.
I was wrapping up another big contract with the State of Ohio when Cara walked in around 5:30, Friday night, closing and locking my office door. “What’s up? I would have thought you’d have gone by now.”
“No…I have a little more work to do.” She walked behind my desk, turned my chair to face her, and plopped herself down in my lap.
“Cara…what are….?” I never had the chance to finish. She pressed her lips into mine as she gripped my head fiercely. Cara was strong, having played volleyball in high school and junior college wrapped around a three year stint in the U.S. Army. She had an Associate’s Degree in Business Management. She knew how to transcribe machine dictation and she was the only person I knew who could handle steno. That came in handy during meetings or if I was on the run between sessions. She was a valuable asset to my firm, but in all the time we’d worked together she had never once expressed any interest in me.
Cara had what I would call an athletic build. She was tall—almost as tall as I was—and slender with impossibly long legs and smallish breasts and narrow hips. That doesn’t seem like much, but on her it worked extremely well. Now she was feeding me a tongue sandwich after-hours in my office and, even more surprisingly, she had initiated it. Actually, knowing my history with women, that wasn’t all that shocking.
She broke the kiss about two minutes later and I caught my breath before asking, “What was that all about?”
“No wonder you don’t have much success with women. Do I have to spell it out for you? I found you very attractive early on in our relationship. Then as we got to know each other I became very strongly attracted, but I’m not the type of woman who breaks up a couple in a relationship. If Daisy hadn’t screwed up I would never have said a word and I probably would have settled for someone less than you.”
“Less than me?”
“Yes, Dummy; you are a real catch and you still would be even if you weren’t rich. Personally, I don’t care a bit about the money. I’ve never had any and I’ve never missed it. Now…don’t you think you should take me out to dinner and then home where I can show you how athletic I am? I’ll show you positions you never dreamed of. You can have each and every part of me…hopefully many times over the weekend. Shall we?”
She rose from my lap and pulled me from the chair. I followed, still totally dazed by what had happened.
We were in my Civic when Cara asked if I had ever thought of buying a new car. “Why? What’s wrong with this one?”
“How old is it?”
“I bought it when I was a college freshman so it’s…um…nine years old—almost ten–but it still runs great.”
“Maybe, but the upholstery is all stained and you need to realize that you have an image to maintain. You own a company that does almost 100 million in business every year. Overhead—even with all of the fabulous bonuses you give us–is less than half of that so you are earning more than fifty million a year. You need to exude success and a decade-old Honda Civic doesn’t do that. It’s even older than my car.
“Okay, for dinner I want a blood rare steak…maybe a filet. Where’s a good place? Spend some money on me.” I had to laugh as I drove her into Mineola where I took her to Ruth’s Chris. We had the filet with shoestring potatoes. Hers did come blood rare, but mine was medium rare. We began with drinks—margaritas on the rocks and salad—lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing. Best of all was the way Cara made me smile. I hadn’t smiled or laughed for the past month, not since I had learned of Daisy’s betrayal.
Cara insisted that I take her home with me. “I went home at lunch and picked up a change of clothes and my toothbrush. You never lock your car so I put my paper bag in the trunk. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“That’s all you brought? What if you had missed me?”
“Okay…birth control pills, hair brush, sexy negligee that I hope not to wear. Anything else will have to be a surprise. And don’t forget that you have to pass my desk when you leave. You weren’t getting away without me.” We were in the Civic driving west on the Northern Parkway then north on the Sunken Meadow Parkway. It sounds funny, but the fastest way to Northport was to go well past the village and come back. Otherwise, I’d have to drive through town after town with slow traffic and lots of lights. Down into the village to the harbor and up the hill to the right and around the harbor—all the way to the end of the road where I pulled into the drive. The sun was just setting to the west with the reddish-orange light reflecting over the tiny wavelets of Long Island Sound. The water was unusually calm this evening, perhaps reflecting my change in mood.
I led Cara to the trunk and was shocked at how little she had brought with her. Closing it I extended my hand to my secretary/lover. She came into my arms as soon as I had turned the alarm off. I barely had to move my head to meet her lips, wrapped my arms around her waist, but she moved them to her ass, rubbing them all over her muscular butt. Her hands…well, one went to my head to sustain the kiss as our tongues dueled while the other went straight to my rigid cock.
“Hmmm,” Cara said, still stroking me, “much nicer than I could have imagined. I can barely wait. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Want a drink first?”
“Only if it comes from your balls and through your dick.” I gulped several times at Cara’s audacity, but led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. I turned the overhead lights on, but she flicked on a small table lamp before turning them off. “I don’t think we’ll need that much light except maybe in the shower. Is it big enough for both of us?”
“Yeah…it…it is.” Her hands were already working on my shirt. Our company dress code was…well, we didn’t actually have one. We never had walk-in trade and even when we had customers visit they were more interested in the product than in how we were dressed. We did dress appropriately when we visited a client’s site, but otherwise it was mostly as informal and casual as humanly possible. I often thought that if we didn’t have Cara we’d walk around in our underwear.
My clothes fell like rain and she took care of hers in just seconds. Damn, but her legs went on forever. They were incredibly long and slender. They were as muscular as the rest of her body and the space between her legs was beyond belief, highlighted by a narrow strip of well-trimmed hair just above her labia. She looked to me as though she had no fat at all other than her breasts. Despite their small size I was amazed at the size of her nipples. She noticed me looking and led my mouth to suckle. “I love that, by the way. My nipples and areolas are hard-wired to my cunt. One touch and I’m gushing, but I think you’ll learn that on your own pretty soon.”
I warmed the water and we stepped in. “Nice,” she said, “but it’ll be even better tomorrow.” I confess that I had a confused look on my face, but she just kissed me and grabbed the bar of soap.
I had thought that showering with Daisy was wonderful, but even her lush body couldn’t compare with the love that Cara showed me that night. We spent more time touching and kissing than we did with actual washing, but even then we had a wonderful time. She showed me how much she loved my cock and balls, washing them repeatedly until I turned the water off and dried her incredible athletic body. She was toned everywhere, but her strength never once made me think she wasn’t an unbelievably sexy woman.
Cara dried me quickly then walked me to the bed. Rather than fold down the blanket and sheet she ripped them from the bed in a single sweeping motion then pulled me down on top of her. We kissed like there was no tomorrow and while we did I worried her sensitive nipples while she firmly stroked my cock which felt as though it was made of concrete or steel.
Finally, she rolled me onto my back so she could straddle my hips. Leaning forward, she kissed me again and while I was distracted she slid easily down my shaft. I had thought that fucking Daisy was an incredible experience, but she was nothing in comparison to Cara. She had been right—one touch of her nipples and she was gushing. That was the only way I’d be able to enter her because her cunt was fantastically tight.
She began this circular thing that she did with her hips as she ground her clit into me relentlessly. My cock was spinning so rapidly it was making me dizzy, but in a wonderfully exciting and stimulating way. I had jerked off, of course, over the past month, but my heart hadn’t been in it so I hadn’t any real relief in more than a week. I owed it to Cara to tell her. “Cara…I haven’t…you know…in more than a week. I’m not going to last very long.”
“That’s okay, John; I’m almost there myself. God…your cock is incredible!” Her back arched suddenly and she threw her bead back, too. Her strong slender body shook three times and she emitted a low feral growl that seemed to go on forever. That was just in time because I blew not more than two seconds later, my cock feeling like a super volcano spewing molten lava miles into the air. I was totally drained when it ended. Cara moved down to lie on my chest and nibble my ear.
She was tickling me—making me squirm. I hated being tickled. “Please, Cara; I love your tongue on me, but that tickles and I can’t stand it. Okay?”
Cara backed off so she could look into my eyes. “Sorry, John—I still have a lot to learn about you.”
“Yes, and I still have a lot to learn about you, too. I never imagined that you would be such a sexual animal.”
She laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I bet I can make you cum wildly without even moving. I’ve been doing Kegel exercises ever since I was twelve and I read about them in some magazine. That’s why I’m so tight there—lots and lots of strong muscles. Why don’t we rest a bit and see if we can go again?”
I had to chuckle. “I think you really mean ‘see if I can go again,’ don’t you?”
“No, I’m sure I can get you up at least two more times.” And…damned if she didn’t. Our second time I did her doggie and she did use those powerful muscles on me. I fell onto her back causing her to laugh hysterically. “Good thing I’m really strong, John.” I had to agree.
Our final time we went missionary with those fantastically long legs wrapped tightly behind her head. I knew that I’d never been deeper in a woman before and I couldn’t wait to do it again. The entire evening had been the singular sexual highlight of my life. It was just after one when I placed my head on the pillow to sleep. I barely saw Cara get out of bed, assuming that she was going to use the toilet. I was sound asleep by the time she returned.
The sun was up when I finally regained consciousness. I was lying on my left side with Cara’s arm hanging loosely over me from behind as she spooned closely into my body. I opened my eyes briefly then they were wide open a second later. There in front of me was Cara curled up into a little ball. I turned my head as much as I could and there behind me was…Cara! What the hell! I looked again over my shoulder then back at the woman who was sleeping in front of me. Damn! It was like looking in the mirror. I’d had no idea that Cara was an identical twin.
My moving about must have awakened the woman who was glued to my rear because a moment later she whispered, “Good morning, John.” Then she leaned forward to nibble my ear.
I turned my head to look at my assailant. “You’re obviously not Cara. I told her last night that I didn’t like that.”
“Oops, sorry; I didn’t know. I flipped onto my back and she moved right in, ducking under my arm as her leg found its way over my thigh.
“You two look exactly alike.” I would have continued but for the movement on my other side.
“I see you’ve met my twin sister, John. Remember when she told you the shower would be more fun tomorrow? It will be, but first why don’t you sit up. We need to tell you something…something really important.”
I did, leaning against the headboard while each twin took one of my hands in hers. The twin who had been sleeping behind me spoke first. “We have a confession to make, John. Please hear us out. Okay?” I nodded my agreement and she continued.
“I’m Cara. You already know me well. This is my older sister, Sara. Our dad died about six months before we were born and he left our mother almost penniless. All she had was her job as a secretary in a big office. There was no life insurance and no health, either. Mom couldn’t afford much in the way of prenatal care so she had no idea that she was expecting twins until the moment I was born.
“She had selected the name Sara for her daughter—Sara Elizabeth–then forty minutes later she needed another so she came up with Cara for me. We’re identical twins in almost every way. We’ll let you figure out how we’re different when we get up to shower.
“Sara and I live together in a two-bedroom apartment and I tell her all about you every single night. She knows you almost as well as I do and she’s learned to love you as much as I do from what I’ve told her. She was angry enough to kill Daisy when I told her your story Monday evening. That’s when we began to think of our plan.
“I went to the ladies’ room yesterday around 4:30. Sara was already there waiting for me in the big handicapped stall. That’s where we changed clothes and identities. It was Sara who kissed you and Sara who made love with you all last night. I love you, John, but you are looking to settle down, get married and have a family. I’d like that, too…in about five to ten years. Sara wants that now. She always was more serious about things than I was. I always liked to party and stay out late. Sara wanted to stay in and read or enjoy a concert or movie on TV. We both knew that she was a much better match for you.
“Now…you would never have consented to be fixed up with Sara so we had to trick you. Sara told me last night how much she loved spending the evening with you and I’m pretty sure that you enjoyed it, too.”
Then Sara spoke. “We’re sorry that we tricked you, John. It was the only thing we could think of. Yes, we did it for me, but we also did it for you.” She gripped my hand tightly and, looking into her clear blue eyes, I could see the concern in her face.
“I’m not pleased at being taken advantage of, but you’re probably right that I would have rejected the idea of being fixed up. I did have a great time last night. I do have to admit that, but what am I going to do with two of you?”
They looked at each other and laughed. “We’ll think of something,” they said, speaking as one. Sara moved forward, gripped my head, and pressed her sweet lips into mine. Cara just rubbed her sensitive nipples into my chest. Then, a minute later, they switched positions. They pulled me down onto the bed a minute after that. Cara took my encrusted cock, now swollen with lust, into her mouth as Sara gently massaged my balls.
I was in sexual heaven when Sara moved forward to kiss me again and while our tongues danced wildly Cara rose up to straddle my hips and slowly lower her tight cunt down my shaft. She began slowly, apparently savoring the stretching of her vaginal walls. Like her sister, her tunnel was extremely tight and muscular and, like her sister, she really knew how to use it. I probably would have cum already had I not done so three times last night. Still, Cara showed the same enthusiasm for fucking that her sister had shown.
Now that we were actively engaged Sara moved to straddle my mouth. I had enjoyed the few times I had eaten pussy, but I hadn’t done it often. Rob’s sister had been my first obviously, with Daisy being my only other partner. Strange as it sounds, Daisy wasn’t crazy about it so I only did it occasionally—like once a month or so. Now a delicious moist pussy was only an inch from my mouth so I took every advantage of my limited experience. Starting at her rosebud I licked slowly all the way to her clit, spending a few seconds to tease it mercilessly. Then I did it again and again and again. Sara was groaning and shaking wildly when I shifted my attentions to her cunt. I found her G-spot easily, both by its texture and by her reaction.
I knew just how close Cara and Sara were when they came at exactly the same instant in time. Watching them flop around in random uncontrolled movements was almost funny. They collapsed onto the bed as my still hard cock popped free from Cara’s body. No, I didn’t cum. I’m not Superman, after all. Three times in less than ten hours is just about all I can handle. Truthfully, Daisy had been a “once a night” girl.
I laid back on my pillow and pulled Cara and Sara up with me, covering us with the blanket. Like everything else, it was a soggy and filthy mess. I’d have to wash the whole set before I could use it tonight. Those were my last thoughts before falling deeply asleep a few seconds later. Damn, but these women were exhausting!
I woke up again around ten—9:52, actually. Cara and Sara were still asleep. I woke them by grabbing one of their extremely taut ass cheeks in each hand. They shrieked until they realized where they were and who had grab-assed them. “I think it’s time for that fun shower you promised me.”
“You know, John…in all the time I’ve worked for you I never realized how much fun you are or how wonderful your cock is. I think it’s the biggest I’ve ever had.”
“What about Roy Evjin…you know from the football team in high school?”
“No, not even close, besides he was so fat you could barely see it.”
“Don’t tell me…you guys pulled the same act in high school?”
“Yeah, John, but we didn’t really love them like we love you.”
“I appreciate that. Now, before we shower I believe you told me that you’re not quite identical so stand up and let me get a good look at both of you.” They were giggling like crazy as they stood at the foot of the bed slowly rotating only two feet away.
“I hope you get it right, John. We have twenty bucks on this.”
“Well, I hope you bet that I’d get it, Cara. You have a tiny birthmark on your right butt cheek. I didn’t see one when Sara and I showered last night.”
She jumped up and down, pumping her fist several times. “You owe me, Sara. I told you!” She leaped forward to hug and kiss me.
“Geez, that’s an awful lot of excitement over twenty bucks. Remind me on Monday morning to give you a raise.”
“Really? How much?”
“Twenty bucks, of course.” I continued after she showed how shocked she was. “Not! Would I do something like that to you? You know better. Let’s say two thousand.” She was back in my lap a second later smothering me with kisses. I pushed her off so I could lead them to the bathroom. They pissed while I shaved then they joined me under the hot spray.
Cara…I mean, Sara, was right. It was much more fun even than last night which had been one of my finest hours. We washed and frolicked until the water ran cold then we frolicked while we dried each other. It was almost time for lunch by the time we had dressed and thrown the bedding into the washer.
Cara insisted on driving. Her car was bigger and newer than mine, but rather than a restaurant she drove us first to a Mercedes dealer. I looked at several cars and, while the styling and performance were impressive, the prices weren’t. Why anyone would pay $175,000 for a car that has “options” that cost an additional ten to twelve thousand was more than I could comprehend. We wasted an hour there before stopping by an Italian restaurant in Smithtown. Heads turned when we entered, but I doubted that anyone even noticed me.
Lunch was good and fun. Sitting between Cara and Sara was…well, it was as informative as it was interesting. Their hands roamed all over my body even as other patrons looked on. I could see the envy in the eyes of some of the men and the anger as many of the women saw their husbands paying us so much attention. One thing I did learn—Sara clearly knew as much about me as Cara did. She knew all about my university experiences and almost as much about my relationship with Daisy. She laughed crazily when she repeated the story of driving Daisy and her asshole boss down the streets of Kings Park.
After lunch Cara drove us to a BMW dealer where the prices were better, but not much. Once again, items that I thought should be included cost thousands extra. I did buy a new car that afternoon, but not a BMW and certainly not a Mercedes. I bought a Toyota SUV—a Highlander that, not surprisingly, included virtually everything anyone could want in a car. They even took my Civic in trade, sight unseen, after I described it to them—mileage and body condition. I wrote a personal check, telling the salesman that I wouldn’t need the car until Wednesday at the earliest. My check would clear by Tuesday at the latest. I agreed to drop off the Civic Sunday afternoon and rent a car until Wednesday when Cara could drive me to the dealer.
“For a brilliant scientist and businessman, John, you don’t have much imagination. Why don’t I drive you to and from work? I could stay overnight with you.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll probably be dead from lack of sleep if you do.”
Sara looked at me coyly as she said, “There are worse ways to go.” I couldn’t help myself. I laughed like crazy until I couldn’t laugh any longer.
“I’ll still need a car to visit some local clients.”
“Does that mean I can’t stay over?” I agreed we’d talk about it tonight.
Cara drove us back to the office so we could pick up Sara’s car. I was surprised when she said she was leaving us. “We did this so you and Sara could get to know each other and see if something develops between you. For that you need to spend some time together and alone. I recognize a third wheel when I see one.” She hugged her sister then came to me. We hugged and she kissed my cheek. “I’ll always treasure our time together, John. Maybe we’ll be able to do it again.”
“I look forward to it, Cara. You’re almost one of a kind and you would be if not for Sara. I’ll always love you no matter what happens.” I hugged her back then kissed her forehead and let her go. Sara held my hand as she drove away. We followed a few minutes later in her car, a small Subaru SUV.
“You know that Cara joined the Army after graduating. I did, too. We needed the GI Bill to pay for college although I got most of my training while I was in the service. I’m a medical imaging specialist. I run all of the equipment at Good Samaritan in West Islip. I love the work, but sometimes my hours can be crazy. I usually work four twelve-hour days a week—seven to seven—sometimes from morning to night and sometimes the opposite. We never have two days alike.
“There are some really good times, but there are also some that are just horrible like car crashes or boat accidents or especially injured children. It takes a while to get used to people dying, but it’s great when you know you’ve helped someone.” She followed the same route I had last night and soon enough we were back at the house. It was a balmy evening so we sat outside in the back yard on the bluff overlooking Long Island Sound.
Long Island was created ages ago by two glaciers that pushed sand and rocks down from New England before receding. The first glacier formed the south fork in Suffolk County that included the Hamptons and Montauk. The second formed the north fork that ended at Orient Point. Just like at the beach when you push your hand through the sand, high cliffs or bluffs more than a hundred feet high were left when the glaciers melted. That also accounts for the billions of rocks on Long Island’s north shore. Most are just pebbles, but some are as big as thirty feet in diameter.
We sat tonight in the lawn swing, my arm around Sara’s shoulders. She eagerly snuggled in close then turned her head and we kissed. It was just as wonderful as the kisses had been last night and early this morning. We kept at it until Sara rose and pulled me up, telling me that we needed to put the sheets and comforter into the dryer. Damn, but I had forgotten all about that.
NEXT: Revenge on Margaret O’Neill then Sara and I get to know each other better.