Edie, Part I
I give my curvy co-worker a ride home
It was 11 o'clock when I put my empty pint glass down on the bar. The Tuesday night party was for work - the staff of one restaurant having too many drinks at some other restaurant. Most of the people were in their mid 20s and would no doubt be sleeping until noon the next day. I probably could have stayed late; my wife had taken our kids to her mom's house for the week and I was to join them Friday. But the work jokes were tiring and I had seen enough of these clowns this week already. I said my goodbyes and headed for the door. I walked out onto the sidewalk and paused in the cool night air.
"Leaving already Joe?"
I turned and saw our hostess from work, Edie. She was leaning against the front of the restaurant smoking.
"Hey Edie. I thought you'd left. Yeah, I'm heading home. I'm beat. You?"
"Mmm, I was going to stay, but I think maybe I've already had enough."
Edie stepped forward and put her hands on her hips grinning.
"Do I look like I've been over-served?"
I had to smile. Edie looked great. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun and she was wearing her little black and white number from work. Though it wasn't that little, truth be told. A fitted black jacket, loose white blouse, a tight knee length black skirt, and the voluptuous Edie, bless her, was falling out of all of it. Her big, heavy breasts, in a low, black lace bra, could be seen between the buttons and through the thin silk of her blouse. Her jacket kept her somewhat respectable in the dining room, not that she cares much anyway. The black skirt squeezed her ample hips and ass into a taut wedge and elegantly framed her gorgeous calves and ankles. Edie was in her late 50s, divorced, with a daughter in college and I wanted to fuck her senseless.
"I think any cop would say you're in very good shape."
"Oh Joe. I'm sure I look like your mother."
"Ah...no. That's for sure."
"Then maybe the cop's mother."
She took a drag and smirked.
"I need a knight to give me a ride home. Help a girl in distress?"
We walked to my car. I opened her door and we exchanged a long look as she slid into the seat. I went around, got in the car and closed my door. The confine of the car stirred up another thing that drives me crazy about Edie. At work, even on the busiest nights, when I pause at the computer, standing so close to her, the perfume she wears -this delicate, sweet, floral potion - makes me want to rip open her clothes and ravish her right then. Inside my car, that perfume, along with her cigarette and what I imagined to be other soft smells from her hair and skin, mixed in my head and started my cock stirring in my pants. I started the engine and we set off.
We drove along for a while talking about coworkers and pain-in-the-ass customers. I was happy, and a little curious, to notice she didn't seem drunk at all. We stopped at a red light, the conversation dropped and I looked over at Edie. She was turned toward me, lit by the traffic light. Her broad, blue eyes sparkled, and her clear skin shone in the soft light. She brought her cigarette to her mouth, took a drag and let the smoke slip from her mouth. My God, how Edie Caswell's mouth captivated me - those long, full lips, pursed gently around a cigarette, or snaked into her irresistible crooked smile, or hung, slightly parted, in a sensuous pout. Though I wanted every part of her, in every way, I would settle for just one kiss from her. We drove for a while longer and entered Edie's town.
"So is that young wife of yours waiting up for you?"
"No, she's gone away for a few days, I think... hard to tell the difference, really."
"Ha, poor dear. You're much too young and too cute to be so neglected."
Edie pushed her knees up against the dash. Her skirt rode up displaying most of her thighs. She looked like some mischievous nymph.
"Yeah, I tell my wife that, and then I duck, and then I run. Are you still seeing that guy? That lawyer?"
"Turn left here. Yeah, supposedly. But I'm just sick of his patronizing bullshit. His sympathetic 'Edie, you wouldn't understand' looks. So he's been staying back at his place most of the time. Oh, there's a spot. That's my building there."
I pulled into the spot and shut off the car. Edie ran her hands slowly over her hair and held them behind her head, stretching. She looked incredible.
"If he doesn't appreciate your intelligence, he's a fool."
I said this earnestly and glanced up to her eyes, but Edie had seen me admiring her chest in mid-stretch; she put her hand to her nose and began laughing at me."
"You naughty married boy!"
"Well, there are... a number of things he should appreciate."
"Besides my AARP card?"
"... You have a ravishing smile. Any college cheerleader would be envious - or any cheerleader who likes to seduce her professors would be envious."
"I was never a cheerleader, but the other part, okay..."
"The way your eyes look when you're laughing, like now, just kills me.
Her laughter subsided into a warm smile. She put her hand over mine on the gearshift. It was so soft and so warm. My heart raced at the touch and my cock pressed against the folds of my jeans.
"You have the most beautiful, the most voluptuous lips I’ve ever seen."
She squeezed my hand and leaned toward me.
"What else, Joe?"
"Those things, plus... all that..."
I nodded toward her soft, curved body.
"... But the hottest thing about you, the thing that drives me wild, is that... anything you do - everything you do - answering the phone, walking a couple to a table, stuffing menus - every little thing - you imbue with this... innate... sensuality. You are like sex incarnate."
Edie leaned in and put her soft lips to mine and gave me the most amazing kiss - the feel of her, the taste of her, but God, the thought of her - of my Edie - made my head spin. She pulled her mouth back, sighed hotly, and we began kissing again, much harder. She gave my lip a bite, ran her tongue across the stubble on my cheek and breathed into my ear.
"Come upstairs with me, baby."