Frustration built in her chest as she sat at the traffic lights. Still red. Still stuck.
Work had been shit, the heat was unbearable, and all she’d wanted was to be home, but she couldn’t go back like *this*. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, she thought of the “bag of fun” in her boot, never used. Maybe this was the perfect time. Blow off some steam…
She turned off, and drove back to her work, tucking her car into a quiet spot in the most remote part of the car park. It sent a thrill up her spine, though she knew everyone was long gone from the building. There were only one or two cars left; evening was falling. No one to catch her. Even if she was secretly disappointed, she told herself it was a relief. Less messy this way.
She left the windows partly down, grabbed the bag and climbed into the backseat, locking herself in before opening it up. Vibes, a dildo… Nothing special.
She pulled her shirt up, removed her bra, leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable. She imagined a lover’s hands were her own. Stroking the underside of her breasts with their thumbs, pinching her nipples sharply, rolling them beneath a finger before stroking again…
Their hands travel lower. Pull up her skirt over her hips, strip away her thong roughly. Far too hungry to care about comfort. A sharp, indrawn breath at the sight of her pussy, before diving in, circling her clit, teasing little strokes at her entrance before they flick her nub again.
She has her head thrown back, eyes closed, moaning softly. Pats around desperately for a dildo, and lets out a sigh of relief as her hand closes around it. Opening her eyes would break the fantasy, as her lover pushes his dick into her mouth, makes her suck it sloppily so that there’s drool running down her chin. He’s still playing with her pussy as he enters her throat, makes her gag. Pulls out as he decides that’s enough, and presses himself into her cunt without hesitation.
She gasps at the stretch, as it fucks her slowly, sensually. Her hips rock with the movement of the thrusts as she builds higher and higher.
Something taps against the window, and her eyes fly open. To her horror, a man is standing there. He looks… familiar somehow. In an awful rush, she realises he is her new co-worker. The one who’d smiled and held the door open for her this morning. She’d half-forgotten it. What was *he* doing here?
For a stupid second she tries futilily to yank down her clothes, hide her body, before she realises there’s no point. He isn’t grinning lecherously, isn’t leering, doesn’t have a phone or his cock out, but there’s something… hungry about him.
“I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?” He says smoothly. The sun’s dying rays wash his skin smooth, emphasise his dark eyes, the tiny smirk at his lips. He’s… gorgeous.
“Would you like a hand?” He asks, gesturing at her exposed pussy.
“I…I…” She stammers, bright red. He stands there patiently, as she realises that she does.
She nods, still flushing painfully, and unlocks the car, shuffling backwards to give him space to sit.
He sits next to her, somehow seeming more comfortable in her own car than she is. He lays a hand on her bare thigh, strokes his way up with a thumb.
“I don’t think we were ever introduced. My name is Simon,” he says, smirk widening as he sees she can’t keep her eyes from his hand.
“I… I’m…” She’s a stuttering mess
He places a finger on her lips. Leans in so that his breath is tickling her ear.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just call you mine.” He murmurs.
She makes a choked, startled sound.
His drops the smirk for a second. “In all seriousness… I know you don’t know me, but you’re safe with me. I won’t tell anyone, and you don’t have to do anything in return. It’s our secret. Ok?”
She swallows, nods slowly. “Ok.”
He smiles, and immediately his thumb is on her clit, stroking her, with just the right amount of pressure. She’s moaning with abandon. His eyes are trained on her face as he dips two fingers into her pussy, teasing her entrance, stretching it, pulling back out. He does it again, only a little deeper, and she rocks her hips, encouraging his exploration of her body.
Suddenly he goes from teasing to fucking. Hard, deep thrusts, curling his fingers so he hits her g-spot and slaps her clit with his palm at the same time. There is no slow, gentle build this time. She’s already sensitive from the near miss, and it doesn’t take long for her body to tighten hard around him.
He grunts, but doesn’t stop. Relentless. She climaxes hard, eyes in the back of her head, cheeks flushing, mouth open in silent ecstasy.
She shivers as he plays with her clit, prolonging her orgasm, the aftershocks.
His fingers are covered in her cum, palm glistening wet. She watches as he examines his handiwork with satisfaction, and looks to make sure she’s watching before sucking his fingers clean.
“If that’s how good you taste… Feel free to get caught here by me again sometime. I’ll do more than lick my hands clean.”
He winks at her and leaves. She watches him go, her core tightening at the image of his face between her thighs.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to work late tomorrow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qgikit/a_helping_hand
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