That time in the limo: a staff party and a voyeur (m/f) | 2016

Staff parties, after a previous post about one it reminded me of a certain time in a limo and I thought I’d share it with you all.

The holidays are dark times.

I actually stayed employed at one of my old jobs long enough to enjoy the annual Christmas party on three occasions; which surprised me more than I care to admit, but I was pretty good at it. I worked in a sales office that was part of a larger network and every year all the teams would head up to the town where the HQ was for some sort of “come and tell us how good you are and get your dick/clit sucked” party: a lot of back-patting, free booze, and food for those who bothered. If we were all honest, though, it was just one big fuck fest. All of you who have worked in such an environment will know that these things are excuses to finally get your tongue (or more) down the throat of the person on the other end of the inter-office emails you’ve been sharing. Shock, horror, I am no different.

I’d been sharing a few flirty emails with a girl at the office ten or so miles away from mine, you know the type – work situation based fucking, how we’d spend our time underneath the desk and between the legs of the other whilst they dealt with client enquiries, the usual. And some of them had really become a bit hardcore. Needless to say, but I damn will anyway, there was tension when I met her for the first time. Our two offices would always share a limo to the party, about a 45 minute journey, and on this occasion there were eight of us squeezed in; smashing through the cheap but plentiful champagne, smoking, and generally being a rowdy bunch of bastards. Bubbly alcohol generally tends to make my cock warm and big, and I was perfectly purposeful in sitting so that it’s semi-aroused state could be seen extending down my thigh underneath my suit trousers. She was opposite me, with her long brunette curls and hazel eyes to match, making very little eye contact: we had agreed to play a long game, but without actually saying it. It was pretty fucking noisy, with music blaring out and shouty conversation. I was embroiled in sales speak with my good friend, and shot a glance in her direction. I caught her gaze, seeing her eye-line knowingly dip down and then back up to mine.

She leant forward, making out as though moving closer so I could hear her above the background, and placed her hand on my thigh to steady herself as the vehicle moved. Her fingers curled around the head of my cock. “Make it worth it,” is all she said. I knew what she meant: make it worth her while to cheat. I’d already been sizing up the limo, thinking about a way to engineer a ride for just the two of us. I settled on trying to sneak us out while the party was going on and tipping the driver to just meander about for a half hour or so. But that was for later, right now we were only minutes out and there were at least five hours of sales small talk to get through. That bar had better be fucking stocked to the hilt.

How to slide, gently, towards resigning. It’s just past midnight when I search out her hand from the crowd beside some fancy indoor fountain. There hadn’t been a penguin’s chance in hell for us to get away any earlier. We shot out the door towards the waiting limo: it was booked to take us back in just under an hour and I figured it might be open, or at least be a good body panel to fuck on. I tried the door and was in luck, but only because the fucking driver was behind the wheel.

“Just you two?” He enquired. A plan began to form. But before I could answer the damn door opened behind us and my area director stepped in and sat her cute little ass down on the rear seats. She’d had a fair amount to drink, as she was famed for, and must’ve just followed us out thinking it was time to leave.

“Us three.” I said, looking directly into my brunette’s eyes. I’d made a snap decision. The director muttered something about waiting for the others. I did my best ‘haven’t you heard?’ face and lied to her, perfectly. “They’ve decided to head off to a club and get a cab later.”

And, with that, the limo set off. Take a moment and picture it. The interior is dark, lit incredibly dimly by twenty or so LEDs from the roof lining. The director is sat at the far end, on the back seat, and we’re in the corner where the run of leather seating curves around, me in between and hopefully breaking the line of sight of my boss to where our laps were. The only sounds were the exhaust note and the road roar from the tyres.

A couple of minutes later and we were getting edgy. Our hands had been straying. She started to say something but I motioned to stop. My hand hiked up her short black dress to find she’d worn tights. I glared at her. Was she not serious? I chose to test her resolve and tore them from thigh to thigh. She flinched but didn’t stop me. My eyes, still glaring, unwavering from hers in the dull gloom as my fingers clawed her panties aside. The tips of my index and middle searched for the wetness they knew they’d find and then pressed either side of her clit, pinching the folds over it. She let out a soft moan. I repeated myself, each time running my fingers down before slipping slowly up and round. Hers were teasing my dick through my trousers.

I was just drunkenly brave enough to go down on her. Right there. The director’s 5’5, blonde, petite frame had passed out on the back seat, so I spun immediately round and down onto my knees, lifting her thighs onto my shoulders and pulling the ripped fabric even further aside. My tongue felt the warmth of her pussy and started to lap her up, the tip finding it’s favourite place rolling around her clit. Never had I concentrated so hard before that: the bounce of the road, the need to not miss a beat in building this intoxicated orgasm (they’re easy to lose, alright?!), my desire to make her remember it…Her hands were scrunching through my hair, pulling me harder and harder against her pussy, encouraging me to keep going. My palms were clasped around her hips and arms tight to her legs but still she was starting to buck. The waiting of several weeks for me to be there between her thighs had done it’s job, and I felt her entire body tighten up as she came. My mouth relentless as she did, swallowing as much of her as I could.

She beckoned for me to pull myself up and sit back into the corner of the leather, replacing herself almost where I had been. Unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly with the deftness of an Apple factory employee (too soon?), she had my dick out and in her hand in seconds. The feeling of her hot, sticky palm sent a rush of blood that made her have to re-grip my growing hard-on, and she lent in to run her tongue and lips up the shaft to the head. Now it was my turn to enjoy an incredible feeling. She slowly took my cock into her mouth, eyes looking up at mine, pressing it in as far as she could. I didn’t mind that she couldn’t swallow more than half of it, because her tongue was swirling around the head and flicking under it, and her hand was stroking the soft flesh of my shaft in time; every jolt in the road sent me smashing into the back of her throat. I was raging hard. And I looked and felt big.

And then, I swear, on your ability to orgasm, this happened.

I suddenly had the feeling of being watched: we’d both forgotten about our extra passenger. I glanced over and, sure enough, she probably hadn’t passed out as heavily as I’d first thought. The director’s vision was fixed on my proud cock and what my brunette was doing to it, and her right hand was moving furiously under her dress. How long had she been watching? Did it matter? Fuck, this was a turn on. Had I been older I might have spoken out, inviting her to join us, but I wasn’t. I was still young, and too shy to ask my boss, the fucking director of our area, with her tight body, perfect breasts, and thick, full lips to come and have a taste.

(I promised myself at a later time that I’d never make the mistake of not asking ever again.)

I settled on enjoying the view. And the sight of my boss getting off looking at my dick getting sucked was damn hot. My girl’s hand was still getting me off in time with her mouth. She was unstoppable. She could feel my entire cock tightening up between her lips and moaned as I came, hard.

She tucked me back away, like you would a favourite book or sex toy, and just sat back a little on the floor. Now, the aftermath, as I’m sure you’d expect, is made fucking awkward if your boss, your area fucking director, is watching, and you’re pretty sure there’s still ten or so minutes of the journey left. I didn’t look over again. I said nothing. I had a little bit of shame if I’m honest. I turned the radio on to drown out the silence: to try and drain away the embarrassment for my boss. Cutting a long story short, this is what happened next:

1) We got back, my boss fucked off, and we went back to the office and fucked really, really hard on the conference table.

2) I was disciplined for lying, and had to pay for my work colleague’s taxis.

3) I was moved to a different area, with a different director.

4) I resigned before the move.

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