I trudged past the baggage carousels in the arrivals hall wheeling my carry-on bag behind me. What was supposed to have been a relatively quick three night business trip through Miami and then Boston had turned into a week-long nightmare. Before I’d even landed in Boston, the problem that I thought I’d resolved for my client in Miami flared up again. I had no choice but to return to South Florida to re-extinguish the fire.
For a Canadian, spending a week in Miami in early March sounds quite appealing. It might have been if I’d seen anything other than the inside of hotel boardrooms. Plus, the unexpected return trip to Florida meant more time away from Anne. If traffic was decent, I was no more than 25 minutes away from seeing my beautiful wife again. I could hardly wait.
I stepped outside the sliding glass doors of the terminal and gave my name to the attendant at the pre-arranged car service booth. He clicked a few buttons on his computer to send the notification to the car service that I was waiting.
“Your car will be here in a few minutes,” he advised.
I waited impatiently on the sidewalk, scanning the ubiquitous black town cars and wondering when mine would arrive. Several of them pulled up to the curb, but each time their drivers got out and called someone else’s name. “What’s taking so long?” I muttered under my breath.
Then I noticed a grey stretch limousine approaching. I scanned the faces of the other travellers trying to decipher which one was pompous enough to have ordered a limo from the airport. There were no obvious candidates.
The limo stopped directly in front of me and the impeccably uniformed chauffeur popped out of the driver’s seat. He made the extended walk to the back of the car and opened the trunk, anticipating his customer’s luggage. Then, to my complete shock, he called my name.
This couldn’t be right; my company’s car service doesn’t use limousines. I took a couple of hesitant steps towards the driver and asked, “Are you sure this is for me?”
“Then it’s for you.” He grabbed the handle of my bag and opened the passenger side door for me.
I nearly hit the roof as I slid inside. Anne was sitting on the opposite side of the long leather seat sipping a glass of champagne. The look on my face must have been priceless.
“Surprised?” she asked coyly.
“Delighted,” I replied. “But why . . . how did you do this?”
“Any fool can rent a limousine,” Anne giggled. “Then I called your assistant and told her she could cancel your car service.”
“This is terrific, thank you. I’ve been thinking about you constantly for days.” I leaned across the back seat and gave Anne a kiss. My opinion of limousines was starting to change.
“Then let’s celebrate that you’re finally home,” Anne said. She passed me a glass of champagne and we clinked our glasses together as the limo pulled away from the curb.
It was only then that I noticed Anne was wearing a black coat that looked brand new. One button was open at the top to display the gold Tiffany necklace I’d given her on our anniversary several years earlier. At the other end, the coat was so long that it only exposed the bottom third of her legs and her shiny black high heels.
“New coat and shoes?” I inquired.
“Yup,” she replied. “They go with the rest of my outfit. I think you’ll like it.” Anne placed her champagne glass into the cup holder to her left. Then she untied the coat’s belt that was loosely fastened around her slender waist. She pulled the coat open and displayed her stunning body to me.
Anne was wearing an exquisite purple and black lingerie set that I’d never seen before. The demi cup bra barely contained her full, round breasts. Her dark areola and protruding nipples were visible beneath the delicate lace. The garter belt held sheer black stockings in place on her long, shapely legs. Between them, a dainty thong panty concealed her intimate treasure. She was absolutely stunning.
I instinctively turned towards the dark glass partition that separated driver from passengers. “Are you sure he can’t see through it?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,” Anne replied, “but it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“If he can, he watched me masturbate the whole ride here.”
“Oh my God,” I panted.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Anne continued. “I’m just so fucking horny for you. It seems like forever since you’ve been away and I felt you inside me. Even though it couldn’t be you, I had to have something in my pussy.”
“I’d love to see that,” I groaned.
Anne obediently reached into her purse that was resting on the seat between us. She opened the clasp and removed the long, hot pink vibrator that she’d pleasured herself with on the way to the airport. She kicked off her heels and turned her body sideways on the seat to face me. Then she lifted her right foot into my lap while her left foot remained on the carpeted floor of the car. She pressed the vibrator into her ample cleavage and with her free hand began rubbing her pussy through her thong.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I moaned. “Remind me to quit my job tomorrow. I don’t ever want to be away from you again.”
Anne glowed as my flattery took effect and a wide smile appeared on her lips. She then closed her eyes and pulled her damp panties aside to reveal her yearning pussy. She rubbed the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit which opened her labia like a flower in the morning light. She twisted the base of her toy and it started buzzing against her juicy cunt.
Anne’s wet, pink opening seemed to sparkle at me as I watched with increasing lust. She eased the tip of the vibrator into her smoldering vagina and whimpered in pleasure. She pushed and pulled it in and out, a little deeper each time. The hard plastic glistened with her wetness.
“Fuck your pussy, Anne,” I encouraged. “Get it really wet for me.”
Anne plunged the hard, pink phallus deeper into her cunt. “God, it feels good,” she sighed.
Somehow Anne still had the presence of mind to rub my erection with her foot. I undid my pants and awkwardly pushed them and my boxers off. Her silky smooth foot felt incredible against my naked, throbbing cock.
“Show me your tits,” I begged.
Anne released the vibrator and it slipped out of her dripping gash onto the seat. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her coat and tossed it onto the opposite seat. Then she reached up and scooped her mouth-watering boobs out of their lace prison.
Anne quickly found the vibrator again and sank it deep into her twat. She twisted the base a bit more and the intensity of the vibrations increased inside her perfect pussy.
“You do it, John,” she pleaded. “Make me cum for you.”
I leapt up and pulled Anne by the ankles until she was completely horizontal on the seat. My hand replaced hers at the end of the vibrator and I resumed fucking her with it. The sound of her sex toy became low and dull as I pushed it deep inside her tunnel, and then its pitch increased as I pulled it back out to the tip.
I positioned myself on the car’s floor so that I was kneeling next to Anne’s face. She opened her eyes and saw my cock and balls hovering above her. She grabbed hold of my shaft and started stroking it as she tickled my dangling balls with her tongue. She sucked one completely into her mouth and made me shiver with excitement. Then she pulled my stiff prick down to her lips and gobbled me into her mouth.
Anne sucked on my raging cock like it was the last thing she’d ever do. She pulled it into her warm mouth and I watched it distend her cheek lewdly. Then she held it against her open lips and swirled her tongue all around the shaft and head.
“I love your hard cock,” she gasped, and then she sucked it back into her greedy mouth.
While Anne devoured my dick, I mauled her superb tits and pressed the vibrator against her hooded clit. Her grunts and groans told me without a doubt that I was hitting the right spot.
“Ahh, yes, argh, oh fuck me,” she moaned as her lips stretched around my cock.
Every few seconds I pushed the vibrator deep inside Anne’s wet cunt for an instant, and then pulled it out again and pressed it against her love button. Her lingerie-clad body began to tremble and I knew she was about to cum. My cock popped out of Anne’s mouth as she squealed and her head thrashed against the leather seat cushion.
I learned forward and whispered into her ear, “Cum for me, Anne. You’re so beautiful when you cum.”
“Yes, oh God, yes!” Anne screeched.
Waves of orgasm consumed her body. She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled it to hers. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth, as I let the vibrator fall between her legs to the seat. I knew from experience that her clit would be hyper-sensitive after she came and she’d need a break from its stimulation.
Anne kept kissing me passionately, but softer than before, as she recovered from her intense climax. She eventually eased her grip on my face and then nibbled my lip as I slowly pulled away. She then partially sat up and turned off her cum-slick sex toy.
She looked at me and in her sultriest voice said, “That was fun, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. When I get you into the house, I’m going to fuck that thick cock of yours until you cum harder than you ever have before.”
I looked down at my aching cock and the droplets of pre-cum that covered the head. I then glanced out the window and said, “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
My comment puzzled her, so Anne peered out the tinted glass to see what I was talking about. She was stunned to see that we were barely moving in the bumper to bumper traffic, not even halfway home. She flashed me a wicked smile. “Perfect. I hope you’re ready for this.”
Anne motioned for me to sit in middle of the seat and then slid her soaked thong down her legs and past her feet. She stood up as much as she could in the cramped quarters and straddled my legs with her back towards me. I pulled the bottom of my shirt out of the way and pointed my pulsating cock forward in sweet anticipation. Anne lowered her sexy, seductive hips towards me until just the tip of my dick brushed against her velvety opening.
Anne teased me mercilessly with her hot cunt. She rotated her hips from side to side and front to back but wouldn’t descend any further. I tried to get relief by thrusting upwards into her soaked snatch, but she matched my movement and only half of the head made it inside her tunnel. When I lowered my hips back onto the seat, several strands of sticky cum, my juices mixed provocatively with hers, stretched between the tip of my cock and her delicious pussy.
“Please, Anne, I need it,” I begged. “Please sit on my cock.”
Anne ended my torment and pressed her hips down against mine. I watched as her horny cunt slowly stretched around my cockhead and then swallowed every inch of my shaft.
“Ahh, fuck,” I moaned.
Anne leaned forward and grabbed hold of my ankles. I couldn’t remember ever feeling as deep inside her as I did at that moment. Her pussy engulfed everything that I had to give, and her tight ass looked amazing pointed right at my face. I suddenly wished that my tongue was three feet long so I could rim her puckered asshole while she rode my cock.
I put my hands on Anne’s hips and started to pump her pussy from the bottom as best as I could. The tip of my cock brushed against her cervix and she jumped from the tinge of pain that quickly turned back to pleasure.
“Fuck me with that beautiful, hard dick,” Anne whimpered. “Ohh, ohh, fuck yeah. I’ve never felt so full of your cock. Ahh, yes.”
I grabbed Anne’s waist and pulled her up so that she was then leaning against my torso. I reached beneath her arms and cupped her big tits in my hands. I can’t get enough of Anne’s glorious tits. I lustily fondled her firm boobs and brushed her erect, sensitive nipples with my fingers as she ground down on my cock.
I felt Anne’s sex juices escape from around my cock and trickle down onto my balls. She bounced up and down on my rod as our combined moans of delight filled the back of the limousine. Anne then reached between her legs and gave my balls a firm squeeze that started me on the path of no return.
As good as it felt to have Anne fucking me reverse cowgirl style, I needed more freedom of movement for what was about to happen. I grabbed onto her ass and lifted her off my manhood. “Get on your hands and knees,” I said.
Anne readily complied. She knelt on the limo’s floor with her forearms resting on the back seat. I squatted behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart to provide a perfect view of my cock splitting her slippery cunt open again. Her pussy made an erotic slurping noise as I penetrated her to the hilt and fucked her fast and deep.
Anne rubbed her clit hard as I fucked us both into oblivion. “Oh God, John, you’re going to make me cum again,” she cried. “Fuck, cum with me, John, fuck me!”
“Oh shit,” I gasped. “I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming hard!” Spasms ripped through my cock and balls as I pounded Anne’s quivering pussy and filled it with what felt like a bucket full of sperm.
My thighs began to burn and shake from the strain of squatting in position, so I stumbled backwards and fell onto one of the side seats. I watched Anne reach between her legs and slide her index finger into her gooey pussy. Globs of sticky jizz dribbled past her finger and down her crack to the floor.
I looked out the window again and saw we were less than five blocks from home. “We need to get dressed,” I said.
Anne tucked her breasts back into her bra and picked up her thong and coat. Then she stared down at the puddle of cum next to the seat that had leaked from her pussy. “We can’t leave that there,” she insisted. She scrunched her thong into a ball and was going to use it as a cum rag to clean our sexy mess.
“I don’t think there’s enough fabric in that thong to do the job,” I laughed. “Let me do it.”
I grabbed my boxers and quickly wiped up the evidence. Anne graciously turned them inside out and placed them in her purse so I wouldn’t have to put them on all wet and sticky.
I finished doing up my pants and Anne tied her coat together as we turned onto our street. The limousine glided to a stop in front of our house and the chauffeur dutifully opened the passenger side door for us. Anne got out first and immediately ascended the steps to the front door while I went with the driver to the trunk to retrieve my bag. He placed it on the curb for me and then smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
“You lucky son of a bitch,” he snickered. “I’ve been drivin’ this thing for nearly 15 years and I’ve never seen anything like that.” With that, he turned and walked back to the driver’s door shaking his head.
At least we gave him a good show.
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