Good Vibrations Magazine

Tyler came up to my desk shortly after we started work and stood a little closer than he’d normally dare during work hours. Leaning down, he whispered, “It’s Wednesday – right?”

I looked up at him and smiled. I knew why he was confused. For the past three Wednesdays, we had been having sex in his car after work. We had learned the first time that it was much easier to have sex in his car if I wore a skirt and no pantyhose. Today sheer black nylon covered my calves and knees.

“All day. Let me know when you take first break, I’ll come out and smoke with you.”

“Sure, Joanna, talk to you then.” Ty grinned at me then walked back down the aisle of cubicles to his desk. I tried not to stare at his ass as he walked away. He was twenty-four to my thirty-two, and his attention was exactly what I needed after my divorce. For the last two years of my marriage, sex had been very low on my priority list. I thought my libido had slipped into a coma, while my husband’s was just fine. I refused him often enough that he looked elsewhere. I felt old and plain compared to the twenty-one year old blond he found. But Tyler said I was sexy, and he and the stud in his tongue had proved my libido was in excellent condition.

When break time rolled around at 10 AM, I followed Tyler outside. It was a blisteringly hot day in early August. The few other people taking their breaks at this time were sitting in their cars with the AC blasting, windows cracked to let the smoke out. Tyler and I were the only ones in the little smoking pavilion.

“Now, let me show you that I knew what day it was when I got dressed this morning,” I said as the door to the little building swung shut. I sat on the end of the picnic table facing away from the building and Tyler stood against the wall facing me. I hiked my black skirt, and slowly spread my thighs.

I leaned back on my hands and watched Ty swallow hard as he took in my black thigh highs, attached to a garter belt, with no panties whatsoever. His hazel eyes widened. “My God, Jo, are you trying to get us both fired?” He took a quick look around and then stepped closer to me. My breathing got faster. So far we’d been very careful not to do anything during work. I was his supervisor, and there would be severe consequences if we got caught fooling around.

Tyler touched my knee and ran his hand lightly up the nylon and over the stretchy black lace to my bare thigh. I quivered, but I didn’t push him away or close my legs. His fingers ran up higher and touched my newly shaved and smooth crotch. Now it was me who was swallowing hard as he first slipped one finger, then two, into my very wet pussy. I bit my lip hard, trying desperately not to make any noise as he moved his fingers in and out, making me come twice before we heard the front door open. He stepped back and I closed my legs and hopped down from the picnic table. I gave a direct look at the tent in the front of his khakis and said, “See you back inside.” Tyler sat down at the table, presumably to compose himself before walking back into the building.

The hours crawled by until 4:30. Tyler and I both fiddled around at our desks until about 4:45, so that fewer people would notice us leaving together. I followed his green Camaro outside of town to the golf course/ski resort. We parked at one of the lots farther up the mountain that was abandoned in the summer. I opened the back door of his car, and he grabbed me and pulled me astride his lap.

“Dammit, Jo, you’re making me insane, I could smell you on my hand all day.”

“You’re the one who put it up there. You should trust me to read a calendar next time.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

He ran his hands up inside my shirt and under my bra to squeeze my tits. I leaned back against the front seats and unbuckled his wide, black, riveted belt and starting undoing his pants. I opened the condom with my teeth, and slid it on him. He lifted up my skirt, and I slid down onto him, wet and ready. I bit his ear and ran my tongue over the row of silver hoops there. He bit down through my bra onto my nipple, making my pussy clench around his cock. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, drawing blood. I had enough time to enjoy the coppery taste of it, before he slammed me down onto his cock, pressing up with his hips and grinding it deep inside me. We rocked back and forth; sweat rolling down our faces and into our mouths as our lips met. I came with my head thrown back, Ty’s hands gripping my hips. I rode him until he joined me, crying out and holding me tight. As I peeled my sweaty body from his and sat on the other side of the car I thought, ‘God help me when it comes time to stop this marvelous insanity.’ Because surely it would, it had to. In my experience, nothing this good lasted. That was why I kept it once a week. It was like having one bowl of ice cream before bed at night, rather than climbing under the covers with the whole carton. I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible.

Ty’s voice intruded on my thoughts. “What are you doing this weekend?” Those six words chased away my afterglow like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on me.

“I’m going to be really busy all weekend.” I answered.

“Joanna, we were friends before this started. We used to eat lunch together, chat online at night, and now you barely talk to me. I miss you.”

“You know why I don’t talk to you at work, Ty. Do you want to be fired?”

“No, I don’t. That’s why I applied for the new position in IT. Bob told me today that I got it. Starting next Monday, you won’t be my supervisor anymore. So how are you going to keep me away then?”

“That’s great. I’m glad for you. Work isn’t the only reason we should keep this casual. I’m not ready, and you know why.”

“I know what he did to you, how you think about yourself. You trusted me to be there for you through that, but you won’t watch a movie with me, or have dinner with me. We could be so good together Jo, if you would just take a chance.”

I smiled. “You’re pretty convincing, you know that?”

“Well, let me try a little harder,” he said as he moved onto the floor. The hard silver of his tongue ring ran through the wetness, along the edge of my swollen lips to make direct contact with my clit. As his mouth closed over my clit and sucked, I thought about all the reasons this wouldn’t work, and decided I didn’t care. I gently lifted his head. “My weekend just freed up. What did you have in mind?”