Part one of Eau de Clare
It was when I was walking along main street, having just left a meeting that the limo pulled up next to me. It was a pretty brisk day.
A window rolled down on the passenger side, and a pretty face asked: "Excuse me, I wonder if you could give us some directions." I thought it was pretty strange the the driver didn't know where to go, but well, it was a very pretty face.
"Sure, I say. No problem. Where are you trying to go?"
By this point, the driver had gotten out, come around to talk to me. As the driver approached, I realized it was a she.
"Hi, I'm Joan. I wonder if you could direct us to the technology museum?", she asked. Joan was wearing a black suit, typical chauffeur look. A nice leather cap adorned her head and some beautiful hair was tucked up underneath it.
Before I could say anything at all, the back door opened, and pretty face said, "come in where its warm". "Okay." I said.
I got in, sat down. It was a typical limo, a bench in the back, two seats facing it, and a minibar. Two women where in the vehicle, pretty face on the bench, slide over. The other woman sat in the far seat. I got in, moved to sit in the seat so that Joan could get in, but she just closed the
door, and went around to get into her seat.
"huh, wouldn't it be better if I gave the instructions to your driver?" I asked. The ladies just smiled. Joan got in the front, and the window dividing the front and back came down, and she brandished a map of the city and a pen.
The third woman, clearly the one in charge, said "Hi, I'm Clare. This is my great-niece, Amber."
AMBER
Clare was wearing a light blue business suit, with a knee length skirt, and orange nylons. On a woman of less confidence, this might have looked garish, but on Clare, it said "I know precisely what I like." Clare had exceptionally clear skin, and her face seemed to shine the way a six-year olds might. Clare looked about 34.
Amber, about 22, was wearing a kind of jumpsuit/overall - it was brown-ish, had lots of zippers and pockets, and was tight fitting. Something between what the UPS person would wear, and what a Top-Gun would wear. She wore brown low-cut Doc's. Amber had the tom-boy look down pat. She wore no makeup, although her hair covered a bunch of her face now that there was no wind to blow it back.
"Okay, did you want me to mark the map for you then?" I asked, as Clare passed the map to me. "That would be almost ideal." Clare said. "Better would be if you could guide us, and my driver could give you a ride home."
As it was -20 below, and I'd seen my bus go by just at that moment, I agreed. "Joan, first turn around and head down towards the freeway, get on it going west." I said. Joan nodded, and rolled the window up.
Clare asked me if I'd like a drink, mentioning that they were drinking chocolate martinis. I thought that would be nice, and Amber crouched over the bar to poor it for me. All I could really see was a very nice ass.
At this point, Joan stepped on the accelerator, and Amber spilt half the martini on herself, and landed in my lap. She giggled, but didn't say anything for a moment. Clare just smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Thomas, Joan prefers to drive stick. The clutch was just replaced." Amber still hadn't moved.
Amber motioned for me to take the glass from her right hand, so she could steady herself. I took the glass, and Amber moved her right hand down to my knee. Rather than lift herself off of me, she kind of just repositioned herself backwards, ass right on my crotch. My cock was hard in an instant.
Before I could even have time to become embarrassed about this, Amber leaned back, putting her head on my left shoulder, and tucking her shoulder under my chin.
Amber pouted: "Oh, would you look at that! I got chocolatini on my new silk bra."
In that position, I had only to look down. Her jumpsuit had a zipper down the front, and I could see straight down her cleavage to see her ample bosom, nicely wrapped in an orange bra. The bra had brown splotches on it.
My mouth went dry as I mumbled agreement. I realized I had a glass in my right hand, and quickly drained the martini. Amber, seeing my thirst, took the glass with her left hand, and handed it to Clare.
Clare said: "it seems that Amber has taken a liking to you. Do you mind if I watch her fuck you?"
I didn't exactly answer. Rather, I put an arm around Amber's waist and rotated her a bit so that I could see her face. I kissed her gently. She responded tenderly at first, putting a hand into my jacket and rubbing my chest gently. Then, she exploded - her tong reached into my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, pushing it onto her breast. I squeezed gently and enjoyed the touch. With her hand, she then reached under her arm and pulled a zipper down. I understood immediately, and slipped my hand in to find her bare flesh.
Her tongue didn't stop exploring my mouth for a moment during this.
Amber's busy hands soon helped me wriggle out of my winter jacket, and pulled my shirt over my head. With my hands above my head, tangled in my shirt, she quickly wrapped a leather string around both wrists, tying me up.
Amber then undid some more zippers on her shoulders, and her jumpsuit fell to her waist. She was straddling me, facing me. She rubbed her lacy orange bra against my bare chest. I shuddered at the touch.
I noticed Clare watching, and she caught my eye. She smiled fondly, and played with her hair. Amber reached for my buckle, and lifted herself a bit. Her tongue didn't leave my mouth. As Amber released me, Clare reached over and gave a tug on my pant legs, pulling them down to my knees. Clare then handed Amber a pair of safety scissors, and Amber cut my underwear off.
I'm still not quite sure how Amber did it, but clearly Amber's jumpsuit had even more zippers than I could see. Within a second of loosing my underwear, Amber had impaled herself with my very hard man-sword.
I tried to resist, but I failed, and I came almost immediately.
"Very good", purred Clare. "Do you think you get a second helping from him, Amber?"
Amber got up off of me, turning around in front of me. My hands were still tied up above my head. She pulled her jumpsuit off, and carefully extracted a female condom from herself. She handed it to Clare, took a normal male one.
Amber then bent down, applying the condom using her mouth, and sucked my shaft briefly.
"Do you like blow-jobs?" Amber mumbled.
I squirmed briefly - I never did like being sucked. Licked, great. Amber seemed to conclude this without speech from me, and she got up again, sitting on me, and wriggling her ass gently against my cock. I liked that, and my cock somehow got harder. "mmm", she purred.
Amber lay back slowly against me, giving me a great view of her breasts, still encased in the lacy orange bra. Reaching up, she released my hands. I quickly loosed myself and got two hands on her bosom. Amber's nipples hardened, and her ass seemed to part to permit my cock to enjoy her ass cleavage deeper.
I finally found the snap in the front of her bra, and as it snapped open, caught her bosom in my hands. She was amazing. But, it didn't last. No sooner did I have a nipple in my hand, then she pulled forward, away from me, and leaned over the seat facing us. Amber spread her legs, clearly inviting me to experience her doggy style.
I penetrated her slowly, she was not as lubricated as before - I realized it must have been the female condom, but she was wet. She got wetter, and I realized how tight and talented her cunt was. Fully penetrated, she told me to slow down, and she straightened up again, giving my hands full access to her breasts. She fucked me slowly for about ten minutes, and I came finally, almost without realizing it.
I hadn't noticed that we'd stopped moving, and that Clare had gotten out. Amber got up quickly, pushed me back into the seat, and gathering her lost clothing, left as well. I was left nude, my cock still hard, and slightly confused.
(to be continued)
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