DRIVING MISS DAISY – Part 2B

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.”

“You didn’t!”

“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.”