“I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride.”
“Well…” I hesitated, peeping out of the bathroom door at Gene’s sleeping form. “Why not?”
Laughing like the cat that swallowed the canary and a double serving of cream, he gave me directions to his house, which was only an exit away from mine. Hanging up the phone, I padded lightly back into the bedroom and took off the jeans and tank top that I’d fallen asleep in and put on a simple cotton shift. Slipping my feet into black slides, I grabbed my keys and tiptoed downstairs and out of the house.
“So how long have you been on the air?” I asked Larron as he sped over the Crescent City connection.
“I’ve been in radio about six years altogether, but I started out in production. I’ve been a club and party deejay for about eleven years, but I’ve been doing it on the air for the past two,” he answered.
“Okay. I’ve never listened to WKJI. What genre of music does it feature?”
Looking at me with a deliciously crooked grin, he let a throaty laugh escape his lips. “At WKJI, we feature gospel and spiritual.”
“Well, alrighty then!” I answered, turning straight in my seat and looking out the front windshield. Goodness, I needed to change the subject. Here I was, at eleven o’clock, wearing a dress and no panties, riding with a gospel music deejay. “So how long have you had this car?”
“Only about six months.”
“Snazzy,” I said as I sniffed the leather of his Montreal blue BMW Z-3 convertible.
“It is, if I must say so myself,” he said, smiling at the compliment I’d just given his car. “Can you drive a stick?”
“Sure I can,” I replied eagerly.
“Shit. That’s usually the excuse I use for not letting anyone else drive. Most women don’t. Wanna give her a run?” he asked me.
“Hell, yeah!”
Exiting the expressway, he drove until we approached a hospital parking tower. He drove up the winding tower, shifting gears, until we reached the twelfth level. He turned the car around, pulled up the parking brake, and got out of the driver’s seat. Getting up to take the wheel, my dress was rumpled around my hips, giving him a clear peep of my pussy and ass. I quickly pulled it down, knowing the impression had been made.
“Why a parking tower?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t soon forget about the sight I’d just treated him to.
“I figured we could start here, just in case you aren’t good at driving a stick,” he said in the same lascivious tone that he’d used at the supermarket. “On second thought, maybe I should drive?”
Immediately kicking into bad girl mode, I lifted the hem of my shift up so he could see my hairy pussy.
“Why don’t we both drive?” I asked.
“Now how on earth can we both drive?” he questioned.
“Watch,” I answered, getting out of the car.
I moved the seat as far back as it could go. Motioning for him to sit down, I lowered his zipper and reached over him to my purse. I took out a Trojan, pulled out his already stiff cock, and rolled the rubber down over it. With my back toward his almost prone body, I lowered myself onto his dick. I shut the door, pulled up the parking brake, shifted the car into first gear, and slowly drove the car down the first ramp while I rode his big, hard dick. Hearing him moan from his position under me turned me on so much that I hit the gas and shifted straight into third. After letting go of the clutch, I began bouncing up and down on his dick while turning down onto the eleventh level. Squeezing down on his dick with my wet pussy muscles, my mind raced with excitement. Trying to navigate the sharp downward turns of the garage while fucking his brains out was very interesting. By the time we reached the third level, the car was in overdrive and so was my body. Speeding down the curves of the tower, I was about to have one of the biggest orgasms of my life.
“Don’t wreck my car. Oh shit, baby, please don’t wreck my car. Oh yeah, girl, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me,” he mumbled as he brought his hips up to meet my wet and rotating pussy.
As we flew down the ramp of the second level, two nurses who had probably just gotten off duty stopped in their tracks and gave us curious looks while I used one hand to steer and one to shift. While I drove and fucked, Larron’s arms reached around me, his hands busily rubbing my nipples. My dress was hiked up over my tits and I was bouncing up and down on Larron’s juicy dick. Banging my fist on the horn, I greeted the shocked nurses as I came closer and closer to exploding. We sailed down to the first level as I pressed my left foot on the clutch and used my right hand to throw the shift into neutral. Letting the car roll down onto solid ground, I bucked away as I felt myself coming, my pussy muscles contracting and squeezing every drop of come from Larron’s dick. I heard him shout out in ecstasy as my mind exploded with a million colors. Steering the now slow-moving car into a parking space, I tapped the brake lightly to get it to stop. I lifted myself slowly off Larron’s dick as he held the spent rubber in place, then I opened the door and stepped out of the car onto my wobbly legs. Standing in the parking lot, I pulled my dress down to cover my breasts and then my hips and my behind. Across the bottom parking level, I noticed three maintenance men staring at me with unmasked curiosity. Smiling and giving them a thumbs-up sign, I walked over to the passenger side and got in.
I looked over at Larron, who was breathing heavier than a horse and hanging his head over the side of the headrest. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked absolutely drained. Reaching over to rub his knees, I let out a light laugh. I am going to have to get groceries more often. Where else can I find more excitement?
“You must take me driving again! I found give and take to be very interesting,” I said with my voice full of energy.
Larron looked at me and seemed baffled about why I still had energy. A frown spread over his face.
“Girl, you put something awful on me. But, um…yeah. We can go driving again very soon.” Tossing the used rubber out onto the ground, he zipped up his pants and sped away toward his house.
I took off my slides and tiptoed back upstairs. Gene’s car was still parked on the other side of the garage. Pushing open the bedroom door, I fumbled in the dark to my closet and tossed my shoes inside, then placed my keys down on the dresser. I was about to step into the bathroom for a quick shower before bed when the lights flew on. Gene was sitting, fully dressed, on the edge of the bed.
“Do you always go gallivanting into the night when your tricks call?” he asked in a rough tone.