Mark was coming to the end of his shift, he was a delivery driver for a stationary supply business. Often one of his last jobs of the day was to go around a few of the local stores where the company had staff temporarily based doing displays or promotions and give them a lift back to the depot with their equipment.
Clare was a regular pickup on these trips for Mark, and although they didn’t really cross paths in any other aspect of their work, they had gotten to be friendly over the months, even flirting a little. She was younger than Mark, perhaps 20 to his 25 and was a single mother who lived in the neighbourhood along with her two year old daughter. Mark had never heard her talk about the girl’s father, and he hadn’t asked figuring if she wanted him to know she would have brought it up by now.
It took Mark about 10 mins to help load all of Clare’s gear in the back of the van, and they set off on the twenty or so minute journey across the city to the main depot. The van was a larger model with three seats in a line in the front and Mark had gotten used to Clare opting to sit in the middle seat rather than the further away one, where most passengers sat when there were only two of them.
They had only been travelling for a few minutes, with the chat flowing freely as normal when they got caught by a changing set of traffic lights and were forced to slow. Mark stopped at the white line, shifted into neutral and sat with his foot on the break. As this was a regular route for him he knew these lights would be red for about two minutes, hence why he hadn’t shifted straight to first. The conversation had stopped, along with the van, and there now hung a light silence which was unusual but not awkward.
After a few seconds, Mark felt Clare’s hand rest on his thigh just above the knee. It was gentle, just resting still with no movement, the way someone might do with their partner and think nothing of it. But Mark and Clare were not partners, so Mark’s heart began to beat a little faster. Neither of them said a word, and Mark was too afraid to turn his head even to acknowledge with a smile for fear of breaking the spell of the moment. He could feel an erection beginning to stir and press gently against the inside of his boxer shorts. Was he misreading, was she just being friendly, her often flirtatious self?
After a moment longer, the lights changed again to green. Still in silence Mark pressed the clutch down and reached with his left hand for the gear lever which was very close to Clare’s right leg. He expected the movement to cause her to pull back, but she didn’t she just left her hand resting there, lazily. As the van pulled away, she started to talk again as she had been before, still with her hand on his thigh as if this was the most natural thing in the world. His erection grew a little more as he realised she wasn’t drawing away from him.
After a few minutes longer, Mark sensed rather than particularly saw or felt her bodyweight shift as she moved a little closer along the seat towards him. She had to turn her body slightly away from him as the floor mounted gear lever prevented her legs from following, but her upper body was now touching his. She tilted her head slightly to the her right resting it on his shoulder, and at the same time her hand moved up his leg and inward across his thigh but still with only the lightest of pressure. He could feel the heat of her hand on his inner thigh, and the weight of her head on his shoulder. She let out a small sigh and they continued to chat.
By this time they were moving through a slightly quieter part of town. Tall offices had given way to lower rise buildings of a more industrial look and with less windows. Motorcycle dealerships replaced restaurants, patches of derelict land started to appear every few blocks. Mark was in no hurry for this journey to end, so he was driving slightly below the speed limit, maybe 25 but there were not many cars in this part of town at this time and the road was two lanes so he could easily be passed. As they approached a side road Clare shifted slightly “Pull off here” she said in a soft voice, at the same time as if Mark might need some further encouragement she slid her hand up the remainder of his thigh and down between his legs gently cupping his balls. He knew she must be able to feel his erection pressing against her forearm. He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He turned the van down the side street between two rows of single story buildings, then again left into the alley between what appeared to be a catering company and a potentially unused storage building. He pulled to a stop 20 or 30 feet along the lane and turned off the engine.
Clare sat up again giving his balls a gentle squeeze as she did, and turned to face him. Neither of them said a word. She sat for a few seconds looking at him, her face only 18 inches away from his, with a slight smile on her face, she was beautiful. Her shoulder length brunette hair was hanging loosely at the back, the bottom of it just touching the top of the blouse she was wearing. Her hazel eyes were looking right at him, into him. He thought his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest, or his penis was going to burst through his trousers, he wasn’t sure which.
Mark opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter a word she leant in and kissed him, softly on the lips. It was perhaps the most gentle and tender kiss he had ever felt. After a quick second or two she opened her mouth slightly forcing him to do the same and he felt her tongue dart quickly in and out of his mouth a couple of times. He did the same and when their tips made contact, electricity flowed through him.
Clare had her right hand on the back of the seat behind his head to allow her to control how much of her weight he could feel, this meant she could keep the kiss light and sensual. He loved that. Her left hand found its way down to where the other had been moments before, gently caressing his balls and rubbing his now full erection through his trousers. Mark was using both hands to slowly pull the bottom of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. As it was freed, he slid them up inside her top and gently cupped her breasts over the top of her bra. She moaned again as she had done before, this time into his mouth, to encourage the gentle caressing.
After a few moments of this most erotic of kissing, Clare drew back from him and turned to sit back in the seat. Mark didn’t know what to do with his hands and was disappointed to have lost the feel of her soft breasts. The problem was quickly solved though, “Take it out” Clare said, again almost a whisper. As she said this she pushed back and lifted her bottom off the seat and with both hands she reached down and up under her skirt pulling down her black lace knickers and dropping them to the floor. Mark had barely managed to wriggle himself out of his trousers and boxers, pushing them down below his knees when she straddled him.
Clare began to kiss him again, more forcefully this time. She reached down between her legs to grab hold of his firm cock and guided it inside her as she sank down on to him, her loose skirt pushed up around her waist. As she took his full length in one motion he could tell she was as turned on as he was. She was tight, but her wetness allowed him to slide in to her smoothly and this time it was his turn to moan with pleasure.
Mark liked that she was firmly in charge, and with her first few strokes she took his full length slowly all the way from his balls to the very tip of his cock until he thought he might slip out, then more quickly falling back down his shaft. After a few thrusts like this, the motion become more steady and very slowly built in speed. She broke off the kiss and taking one of his hands in each of hers, still moving herself up and down, she placed them on her ass cheeks and encouraged him to hold her and move with the rising and falling. She then grabbed hold of the back of the chair either side of his head to help her balance.
Mark could tell that this was going to be quick, for both of them. He hoped there would be more time, later, for more. But for now he was clever enough to know this was about the passion and heat of the moment, not about how long they lasted. He gripped her ass firmly as she increased the pace and started to breath noticeably more heavily. The heavy breathing gave way to louder and more sexual sounds, each breath shorter and faster as she rushed towards her climax. Mark knew for his part he only had moments left himself. He had to make sure she arrived first, or at least together.
He judged his moment and as he thought he could tell she was approaching the verge, he reached in towards her asshole with his right hand allowing the middle finger to rest with a little pressure on her rear opening. He felt her push back slightly to increase the pressure, only a little, but enough to know it was a go ahead. He increased the pressure with his finger as she continued to rise and fall. The tip went in, then just up to the first knuckle slowly so as not to hurt her. She increased the pace to what Mark assumed was the most she could manage, now more back and forth than up and down, and her breathing was out of control. Mark came, hard, spraying his cum inside her as his penis twitched with the release. A second later he pushed past the first knuckle and up to the second. Clare arched her back and her head snapped backwards and she too came hard under the combined feeling of his seed flooding her insides and the pressure in her anus. She rose and fell a few more times, slowly, before collapsing down on top of him, his finger still inside her and their combined juices leaking out of her around his softening penis.
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