THE PARKING LOT
Long exhaustive day, dealing with stupid azz securities bureaucrats
Haven’t a fuckin’ lick of economic sense between the useless lot of them
Wonder if lobotomies are a requisite operation upon arrival in D.C.
Anyway!! Glance at desk clock -7:30pm, best call it quits for the day
Think I’ll stop by the Watering Hole before heading home
Stepping off the elevator, make my way towards my car
Alongst the way, notice peripherally a woman talking rather heatedly
Thinking nothing of it, I continue on . . . my mind preoccupied
Whilst preparing to drive off, see her frantically waving
Approaching, turns out it’s the Telecommunications Division Exec VP
Musing inwardly . . . My, My, My . . . How fortuitous indeed
Flawless natural beauty, Leggy, Slim-thycke (not fat), Curves galore
Rumor had it there was an exec’s pool taking bets as to whom would. . .
Never fails, boyz will be boyz. . . needless to say its participation I declined
Besides, why sully our reputations with such baseness
Wasn’t that I was any better than them, just the spoils of war I don’t share
Not to mention “kiss & tell” be not this roguish gent’s modus operandi
Uponst closer examination the source of her frustration revealed . . . a flat tire
“Sorry to impose, but as you can see I’m in a bit of a dilemma,” she coos
“Roadside Recovery told me it would be two hours before they could be here”
Shaking my head, knowing its D.C. ... and a Friday, try more like eternity
Hardcore Cynic ... what can I say; military honed those skillz big time
Step out to render assistance and over her face comes a look of familiarity
Eyes locked for a few seconds, we each clearly sizing the other up
Briefly her iciness surfaces before the coyness returns . . . not lost on me
“Do we know each other? Haven’t we met before” she queries of me.
‘Do you always use that pick-up line with every man you meet?’ I deadpan
Caught off guard, she becomes slightly agitated . . . as if thrown off her game
How sweet the sound of awkward silence doth be to mine ears
Laughing mischievously, ‘Please, excuse my warped sense of humour’
Offering my hand to shake, ‘I’m Warren. And yes we’ve met before, Veronique’
Always a bit disconcerting when a stranger knows your name, but not you theirs
Removing my tie, ‘We’ve seen each other during the monthly executives’ debrief’
‘I’m in the Securities Division.’ Never mind that the firm has two of them
But I let her mull that aspect over for a bit . . . fun watching her wheels turn
Suddenly it dawns on her who I am and the earlier ‘tude given changed considerably
‘Now let’s see what can be done about getting you out of here. Where’s your spare?’
With composure recovered and a veiled sense of relief, “Please follow me”
Now is it just me or is she slightly sashaying as dat derriere’ jiggles & bounces
Hmmm, methinks the ante just got upped here. ‘Lead on m’lady!’
Popping the trunk, she bends over . . . black pencil skirt screaming ‘Look at all this!!’
Hell yeah I’m gonna look; daymm all dat azz!! I’m a sinning man, not a freakin’ monk
Brushing slightly against me, blouse reveals a beauteous bosom
I reach in to pull them out to work on . . . the jack, tools and spare that is!!
Opening the tire’s cover and tossing it aside, I carry everything to the front
Some movement catches my attention; leggs galore a dangling is all I see
Veronique has positioned herself against the Beemer - right where I need to work
Stood up - irritation feigned, ‘Do you mind!’ Can’t allow she to think I’m an easy mark
Nonplussed by my reactions, she starts moping and sucking her finger
Leaning back and throwing me that seductive librarian/teacher stance
Slowly spreading her legs, cooing “I need some servicing myself”
Those nude thigh high stocking’d feet now caressing my semi-erect bulge
Rubbing the back of my neck . . . Rather sheepishly, ‘Is that so’
Stepping in closer, the nape of her neck I grab; and she just smiles
Exposed throat now mine as I run my tongue from ear to ear
Trailing down betwixt the valley of her gurlz - full and perky be they
Sliding beneath the lacy LaSenza bra, nipp-sucked hard those mocha’d nipples
Stammering she . . . “Hmm, I see somebody likes a bit of rough play”
Ease then my hands up Veronique’s exotic olive-mocha’d thighs; silky smooth no less
Lo and behold, nary a whisper of lingerie on underneath; one less obstacle
Picking up on my reactions, whispers “I hate wearing panties; too constricting”
Over the Beemer’s hood I push Veronique, all the while hiking her skirt up
Before me her comely cunt moist and glistening, waiting to be devoured
Like a hummingbird drawn to nectar am I, need that life giving essence
Her pucce perfume phucks with my senses; turning me into a pussivore
Maintaining eye contact, thighs part as I dive in; tongue-fucked her budding blossom
Swirls painted, alphabet spelled out . . . unleashing every trick of tongue known
E’en tease her lil brown “starfish”, sending her into quivering throes of ecstasy
Flows into my mouth she does, a fleshy version of Mt Vesuvius erupting
Her breath returning to normal and strength regained, presses me against the car
Licks my bald head; delighting in the salty beads of sweat forming
Making her way down my chest, lingering on my nipples . . . FUCK!!!
Coupled with the stroking of my now freed ebony steed
Drops to her kneez, those ruby red lipps engulfing my hood
Kisses caressing my ballz, teeth raking gently alongst my veined shaft
Talk about multi-tasking - steadily finger fucks herself whilst sucking me off
Unable to fight back the urge, my load of hot sticky jizz hits the back of her throat
Ain’t her first rodeo, that’s for daymm sure as I feel my toes uncurling in my shoes
Peeling off her skirt, wrapping those thyck lithe leggs round my waist
Whispers in my ear something nasty and downright amenable to me
Genuflecting before dat lovely brown round do I, slap it stingingly hard
Push my head between the chocolate folds of her fhat sumptuous cheeks
“Stop teasing me” purrs she, peering back at me with a most lusty smile
“Lick me! Fuck me harder with your tongue!!” My kind of freak . . . love it
Bringing her to the brink of orgasm she screams out “Fuck My Azz Now!!”
Reaching back, Veronique spreads those sweet mounds of booty-meat
Never one to deny a lady her pleasure of choice, oblige I do
Grabbing dem hips, plunge deep and slow; giving her what she wants
Matching my pole-driving thrusts, her tight azz swallowing every inch
Pinching her nipples and nipping her shoulders seems to arouse her e’en more
Takes it all, complaining not one bit . . . what an anal queen!!
Takes it all, complaining not one bit . . . what an anal queen!!
A carnal cacophony of sexual symphonies reverberates off the concrete walls
Soaked slurping of my dick sliding her in & out dat tight round blacqueness
Stinging sounds of flesh being salaciously slapped
Her wett coochie colliding with my ballz as we bang away, and bang away
Incessant Grunts, Groans, Moans . . . Incensed Unchaste Pillow Talk
Guttural screams echo as we cum, nutting simultaneously
Her demureness returned, we both get dressed . . . Just in time
Building Security’s making their nightly rounds; Smirks we exchange
Stroking my face, “Perfect timing, Sir”
‘Yes, Indeed. In more ways than one,’ I wink
Hmmm, now where were we . . . oh yeah . . . back to changing that flat
