“That sure was a fancy ride you left in the other day,” Bryce teased. “You didn’t tell us it was prom night!”
“Oh, you’re funny, Bryce! Write that joke yourself?”
“That one might have been Harp’s. We were laughing our ASSES off!”
“Looks like it grew back, to me,” I suggested. “Making you,” I said, flipping him off, “just a bigger asshole.”
I heard the double doors of the showroom open. “Time to go to work. Tell Harp HIS joke was a hit. Prom night!” I yelled, walking away.
What am I working with? I thought. Early forties dude. A bit too fat to be considered dad-bod. The Panama Jack Hawaiian shirt might as well have a guarantee to repel women sewn right into the label. A wedding ring? Really? This guy MUST have money.
In the absence of a warm-bodied salesman, I was going to have to take point on Mr. Panama Jack. I’ve watched our guys work the floor, staying just far enough away, circling, keeping the prey between me and the front doors.
Time’s up, Panama Jack, I decided. Let’s see what you’ve got.
“Welcome to Sport City,” I announced, walking over to Panama Jack. “My name’s Heather,” offering a polite handshake.
“Hey, Heather. I’m Mike. Mike Noble,” Mr. Panama Jack smiled.
James must have heard me from his office, as he came hurriedly to my rescue. I introduced him to Mike and returned to my Flirt Perch – as Bryce so aptly named the showcase spot for the most expensive bikes. James showed Mike around the showroom, asking the usual questions about size, power, speed, and of course…financing.
When it looked like a deal seemed imminent, James nodded to me and headed to run Mr. Noble’s credit. Batter up.
“Now, there’s a man who knows what he wants,” I complimented, walking over to Mike. Any self-respecting man doesn’t want to be challenged in his decision-making. So my little implication should make him think, I better buy a motorcycle now, or this pretty girl is going to think I’m a fickle, little pussy.
“I think so. Not sure if my wife would be comfortable on it though,” Mike began his self-handicapping.
“Well, let’s just see,” I said, smiling. “Hop on.”
Mike seated himself on the motorcycle, then beheld my skirt riding up my legs as I climbed on behind him. I slid my hands around Mike’s sides and interlaced my fingers across his chest.
“Ohhh yes,” I said, quietly. “Very comfortable. Don’t you think?”
“Mmmhmm,” Mike replied.
“She will LOVE it,” I told Mike, laying my head against his back and pressing my legs against his.
James returned from the finance office and bid Mike to follow him back. I got a thumbs-up sign as they turned the corner. Game, set, match. An hour later, James handed me an envelope, addressed to The Flirt. Inside was a check for $500, my first ever sales commission. That has to be the easiest money I’ll ever make, I thought, laughing.
I wanted to text CJ and tell him about my exciting triumph, but he’s been busy juggling school and work the last few days. We had only chatted a few times since my night at his house. I was just about to send a pic of my check to CJ anyway, when I heard the showroom doors open. A delivery driver wandered onto the floor, looking lost.
“Can I help you?” I asked, as I approached.
“Delivery for…Heather? Sorry, no last name.”
“I’ll sign for it,” I said, feeling a bit stirred and bewildered.
The driver handed me the box from his two-wheel dolly, wished me a good afternoon, and made his exit. I opened the box and read the little card enclosed at the top.
Pick one. See you at 7. CJ, was all it said. Below the card were two smaller boxes. The first box contained a rather formal, floor-length gown – gorgeous blue satin with black lace embellishments and a pair of elegant, strappy heels. The other box had a pair of camouflage leggings, black lycra tank and a pair of black tactical boots.
Oh. You’ve GOT to be kidding me, I thought, carrying the boxes to the service area. I definitely deserve the shit I’m gonna hear about this, I laughed.
“Alright, boys!” I announced. “Give it to me. Which one of these is more ridiculous for me to wear tonight?” I pulled open both boxes as Bryce and Harp walked over for the amusement.
“Maybe one is for you and one is for him,” Bryce joked. “Is blue his color?”
I let the boys have their fun, laughing and ridiculing me. But I warned them about making wise-ass remarks about CJ. He wasn’t there to defend himself. And they knew nothing about the guy who was trying to win my affections.
“Why did you show us this?” Harp asked. “You had to know we’d give you hell about it.”
“Because it’s hilarious! ” I laughed. “And you guys are my friends, so who else am I gonna get to help me with this kind of crap? I mean…seriously. A ball gown? Fun, right? But come on!” I said, holding up the black boots, “You KNOW I’d have more fun doing whatever activity THESE go with.”
“Wear them with the gown,” Bryce suggested. “You know, kind of a wardrobe mash-up!”
“You guys are a lot of help,” I complained, stuffing the clothes back into their boxes.
“Wear the dress, Heather,” Harp said, ending the comic mayhem. “It’ll look sensational on you.”
“Thank you, Harp. Seriously,” I said with a smile. Then I paid Bryce a scowling glare for all his efforts and headed over to my boss’ office.
“What’s in the box?” James asked.
“Don’t ask,” I laughed, exhausted from the ridicule. “Can I leave this in here until we close? It’s what I’m supposed to wear tonight. Apparently CJ has big plans, picking me up at seven.”
“Another limo?”
“I suspect, yep,” I said, bracing for the impact of more dumbass remarks.
“Well, good for you, Honey,” James said, kindly. “Where’s he taking you?”
“No idea,” I answered, laughing and walking back to my perch.
As the clock neared closing time, it was no surprise that the boys in the back finished up their end-of-the-day routine early. Bryce and Harp loitered in the showroom, conspicuously waiting for me to go change. I retrieved my box from James’ office.
“Don’t you have something for those guys to do?” I asked, laughing and pointing at the two staring motorheads.
“Nope,” James answered. “I’m afraid we ALL want to see you in that dress.”
“Oh my God!” I blasted them all. “You see me in a lot less right now!”
I took my time, putting a fresh wave in my hair and darkening my eye makeup a bit for a more dramatic look in low light. My arms and legs received a smooth application of vanilla bean lotion. I spritzed my chest and the back of my neck with my signature Dolce & Gabbana perfume.
With any luck, CJ will be waiting for me when I get out, and I won’t have to endure those lurking, horny bike jockeys, I thought, adjusting my boobs into the tight-fitting, cleavage brokering dress.
CJ was indeed waiting for me. I came back into the showroom to find him in a rather animated conversation with Bryce and Harp. Oh, this should be fun, I thought.
Many wows and ooohs from the shop guys and one “sensational” from Harp, as I walked like Miss America towards them. I’m sure they were happy to see me blush and downplay their attention, but I did feel beautiful.
“Good choice,” CJ smiled. “Although the guys were telling me you might have preferred the camo.”
“Not knowing where I’ll be wearing this dress just made the camo less scary,” I replied, laughing.
“Well, I told them next time, it’ll definitely be the camo,” CJ told me. “And you guys are invited to join us,” he said to Bryce and Harp.
The guys did their best “I’m the man” handshakes with CJ and wished us a good evening. Tony tended the limo door for us, amiably protecting my long gown as I entered the back seat. I pulled CJ into a kiss as soon as the door closed.
“Where are we going?” I asked, after satisfying my lips.
“To a hotel,” CJ answered, smiling.
“OK…I needed to wear a ball gown to go to a hotel?” I quizzed, completely ignoring CJ’s presumption of me sleeping with him.
“We don’t have a room there, don’t worry. I’m not that obtuse,” CJ said, laughing. “The company thing is tonight. The bike I had built, remember?”
“Ohhh!” I said, excited. “Somebody is going to lose their shi…flip out when they get that bike! It is so sick! Sorry. I have to be bilingual at work, fluent in English…and cussing.”
“It’s OK. Your cussing cracks me up.”
“So now I’m confused though. What was all that camo stuff for?”
“If you had chosen that, we would have done something…different,” CJ teased.
“Well, if it’s something you think those two bike monkeys would enjoy, I’m glad I didn’t choose the camo,” I joked.
“We’ll see,” CJ played.
“Ohhh. The mystery. Alright. I’ll play your little game. You want Camo Girl, you got it. That shi…that stuff was cute, anyway. But wait, we wouldn’t have gone to your big company thing if I hadn’t worn the dress?”
“Yep,” CJ said, soberly. “Sometimes I go to these things, and sometimes I don’t.”
“Meaning… When I have a date, I go to these things,” I chided.
CJ laughed, and admitted that was the case. “I wasn’t going to say it like that, but you’re right. You really do have everyone figured out, don’t you?”
“I certainly do, Mr. 330,” I said, smiling and very happily kissing CJ. I felt hungry hands begin foraging inside my dress, one nourishing itself on my boobs, the other consuming my calves and thighs. I grabbed CJ’s hands and broke our kiss, both of us laughing quietly, as I glanced up at our driver.
“I’m introducing you to my parents tonight,” CJ told me, bringing a big kaboom to the playful exchange we had just been having.
“Hmm. OK… Should I be nervous?”
“Not at all. My parents are good people. I got some counsel from my dad about our age difference,” CJ said, weighing his words. “He was critical in his remarks, but not about you personally. My mom is eight years younger than him, so it was more concern than condemnation. Trust me, they’ll adore you.”
I don’t know what I was expecting for such an event. But I definitely was surprised to see how big and formal the Benson Fuel Corp Gala turned out to be. It looked like hundreds of people. I should have been Camo Girl, I thought, setting a million butterflies free in my stomach.
CJ’s parents were just as he had advertised. They showed attentiveness and genuine interest in me, without being intrusive. His mom and I talked all through dinner, in informal, candid dialog. Apparently it is a big deal for CJ to introduce them to someone. I felt like “whatever THIS is” was becoming…more.
The motorcycle CJ had commissioned was a very big hit! The gentleman who won it, ran the gamut emotionally. It was fun to watch, and I felt proud of our guys for their work in building it.
It didn’t seem like midnight when CJ and I finally said our goodbyes and climbed back into the limo. I felt electrified by the whole event. Tony had a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us. But all I wanted was for CJ to kiss me, madly. And he did not disappoint.
CJ’s tuxedo coat and tie were off before we were even moving. He had me underneath him, slipping and sliding over my satin-covered body. CJ’s masterful command of feeling me up was met with a few challenges, in such a tight dress though.
I could feel CJ’s desire growing as he rode me, pressing me into the big back seat of the limousine. And I felt the pressure, in more ways than one, to act. I broke our kiss, and quietly reminded CJ to close the partition. When he sat up to press the button, I took the opportunity to slip off my heels. I crawled along the seat and sat on my legs facing him.
Once the partition was closed, we both watched in silence, as I unbuttoned CJ’s shirt. I slid my hand along CJ’s smooth chest and beautiful, tight abs, letting it come to rest atop the hardness between his legs. I gently squeezed it, eliciting a look of surprise and a sharp inhale from CJ.
“I want to do this,” I whispered. And I DID want to do it. I wanted to do it more than anything. CJ exhaled, relaxing his body completely, and let me take control of his belt, his trouser buttons and zipper.
I could tell CJ was…endowed. I had felt the whole thing against me several times. But I really had no idea how warm, hard, and absolutely smooth it would feel in my hand. I knew what to do with it, but definitely did not feel completely confident.
My hand took a light grip, lifting CJ’s cock away from his body. I glided my hand up and down a few times, tightening my fingers in response to CJ’s pleasure cues. I hope you know what you’re doing, I thought, lowering my head to take CJ’s cock in my mouth.
I’ve heard guys talk about blowjobs. I’ve heard girls describe it. Apparently, sucking a guy’s cock makes them cum really hard. So I was determined to be good at it. I had also heard that it is a big deal when a girl swallows. He’s definitely going to cum in my mouth, but I am making no guarantees on swallowing that shit, I thought, filling the back of the limo with loud sucking and slurping noises.
CJ lifted my hair away from my face, to watch me suck his cock. His hips began lifting and lowering, as the rhythm of my hand and mouth accelerated their movements. If there is a right way and a wrong way to do this…I must be doing it right, I bragged to myself.
I liked the feeling of giving him so much pleasure. I felt empowered by it. Then CJ thrust so far upward, I took his cock all the way into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I coughed, gagged, on it. My eyes watered and I had to rise up, swallowing hard, before going back down on him.
I firmed up my grip around CJ’s cock, controlling the depth of his thrusts into my mouth, as he neared the event horizon of orgasm. CJ’s balls seemed to tighten against my hand as I stroked. I noticed the muscles in his legs get really tense. His panting breaths completely stopped for a second. Then suddenly my tongue and the roof of my mouth were introduced to the essence and pungency of a man’s cum.
Not happening, I thought, instinctively swallowing, then retching on the first bit that hit the back of my throat. Nope, as I felt it splash into every part of my mouth. That is definitely an acquired taste, as it escaped the corners of my mouth, pooling on CJ’s stomach and legs.
I felt satisfaction for bringing CJ to a climax like that, but a tiny bit of poignant regret for not being able to do it “cleanly”, so to speak. I was not prepared at all for that taste, or for how much would come out. Something tells me, he couldn’t have cared less, as I released his softening penis and helped him fasten back his pants.
I sat back against the opposite seat, resting my legs in CJ’s lap, both of us smiling. “That was messy,” I laughed, quietly. “Sorry.”
“I definitely am NOT sorry,” he smiled, taking the bottle of champagne in hand.
CJ’s face beamed, as he uncorked the champagne, sending a huge geyser of sparkling spray from the bottle.
“Wow! That was almost as much as…” We both laughed before I could even finish my joke.
End of Part – 6
