...The elevator beeped for their floor, and Jaime pulled away from him. When the doors opened, they walked toward the car and she looked around the lot.

“Hmm,” she said. “We’re alone.” Then she smiled lasciviously at him.

“Yeah, until they come back.” Mac pointed to the one other car on the level.

“It’s only one car.” She increased the pace, tugging him along. “They might come back in a minute. They might not come back at all. That’s what makes it…exciting.”

Mac pressed the buttons on his remote to unlock the car. When he got to the passenger side she opened the door first, sat down sideways, and slipped her hands around to Mac’s bottom, pulling it toward her.

“Jaime, what are you doing?” She could hear the warning in his voice.

“I’m hoping to convince you that you don’t want to wait.” She put her hands on his belt buckle and quickly undid it. Then, before he could protest further, she undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down just slightly. Just the right height. His penis, swollen and rigid, came free. She took him in her hands and guided him into her mouth.

“Oh, Jaime,” he moaned. She smiled inwardly, knowing she had him. That became her last lucid thought, as he skimmed his hands down the swell of her breasts.

Streamers of delicious sensations swirled all over her body, making the area between her legs soft and wet. She greedily sucked on his erection, pursing her lips tightly around the shaft and slowly sliding them up and down. In hungry response Mac’s fingers found her nipples and rolled them round and round. Jaime rocked her pelvis on the edge of the seat, aching for release.

When Mac thrust into her mouth, Jaime knew she wanted more. She moved back, lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. They were hooded and dark with passion. Without taking her eyes from his, she found the edge of her dress and lifted the skirt. When she reached her hips, she grabbed her panties, ripped them off, and tossed them on the floor of the car.

Mac shook his head, but Jaime reached up and sheathed his erection with her hand. One hand on his penis stroked up and down, using the little bit of liquid that dripped out to slicken the shaft. Mac gasped as she clutched one butt cheek tightly and pulled him closer. While she tortured him with pleasure and enjoyed the sight of him writhing under her hands, her clitoris throbbed, burning with need.

Finally he bent over her, poised to take her. She reclined back on the leather console between the seats, grateful the stick shift was far enough forward so that it wasn’t in her way. Leaning over, he parted her inner lips with the tip of his penis, slathering it with her wetness as he teased the head back and forth between her opening and her clit.

“I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but are you comfortable?”