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"mum i cant i’m in the bank at the moment, my cars in the garage having a service and i'm running late as it is” you snap “is it essential it’s got today” you question.
“do you have a preference for denomination of your money today Mrs Andrews” asks the cashier
“largest notes you can please” you reply “no mum i’m talking to the lady in the bank, i have to go and i’ll see about getting your parcel to you!” you say into your mobile and with a press of a button you cut your mum off.
The cashier counts out your money onto the counter in front of her and you watch eagle eyed making sure it is all present and correct. While this is happening i look on and get drawn in to your beautiful cleavage that is visible in your white blouse underneath your suit jacket. It looks so smooth and tender i imagine myself burying my head into it and imagine what your nipples would feel like in my mouth.
“twenty, forty, fifty” the cashier finishes counting and waits for my sign off.
“sorry i was in a world of my own then” i mumble to the cashier who smiles with a little chuckle
“Mrs Andrews is there anything else i can help you with today?” she asks
“a car to get the mothers blasted parcel would be nice” you state
“Mrs Andrews, i’m just about to leave for my lunch, is the collection point far?” i question
“oh no i was only joking” you say with a little wave as if trying to brush the comment away
“Mrs Andrews it’s no bother, it’s a good reason for me to get away for a bit, i’ll grab my jacket” i state and off i run down the stairs to the gents toilet where i collect my jacket.
I return back in the banking hall a couple of minutes later, i sign over the keys to my deputy and tell him he can contact me on the mobile should there be any issues and i turn on my heels and head towards you. You look amazing with your slender legs rising out of your glamorous pair of heels and up to your slender skirt that holds your brilliant white blouse in at the waist that is all capped off with your tailored suit jacket. Your oversized handbag finishing off your outfit to perfection. You walk out of the bank with an air of grace and elegance.
We make our way through the shopping centre and over to the concrete staircase up to the the third floor of the multi storey car park. The stairs are tight and busy so in a gentlemanly fashion i get you to take the lead and fall in behind you. The smell of your perfume fills my nostrils and adds to your grace and sophistication as i tail your wake. As you climb the stairs my eyes are fixated on your figure hugging skirt as it contours your bottom beautifully. I search the material for the outline of your pants and find no hint of them at all concluding that you must be wearing a tiny thong or g-string. The mind naturally wonders if you're wearing nothing but quickly quash the idea with such sophistication you surely are wearing pants.
We reach the floor i’m parked on and through idle chit chat i point you in the direction of my car. If feel let down by it as we get closer as it’s covered in mud from the weekends activity and it’s seen it’s fair share of bumps and scrapes. I head over with you to the passenger door and open it for you.
“i apologise for the state of the car, it was a long weekend and cleaning it didn’t come anywhere into the program” i tell you “here let me remove the cover” i say as i reach in and remove the muddy waterproof seat protector.
“ah it’s ok you say, its the least of my worries a bit of mud. Looks like you found the majority of the mud where ever you went at the weekend” you scoff as you climb in and shut the door.
“Ah i can't have you going back covered in mud, people may talk” i say and regret it the moment the last word left my lips thinking it was a bit of a cheeky comment to say to such a lady. “it was a mountain biking competition weekend and with the weather we’ve had this last week yes it was muddy alright” i say quickly steering the conversation away from you stupid comment.
“ah you're a biker are you” you reply
“i am yes, both pedal and motorised. Do you ride?” i ask. AH there i go again with a stupid comment
“ah yes, as often as i can, i don’t stay in this shape doing nothing” you remark
I have trouble knowing if you're playing with me with that comment and if you’ve picked up on my innuendo of a comment. “There’s nothing better than getting out having been cooped up all week and going hard at it and letting all your frustrations out on coming first” i say
“ah they do say it’s not all in the coming first that counts, participation is just as important” you tell me
I just can't seem to help but come out with stupid lines and each one of them sounding sexual, i get back to the job in hand and drive to the collection depot. Along the way we carry on idle chat and i let you do the talking so as not to put my foot in it again. You direct me to the collection depot where we pull up in the car park and you jump out and disappear through the store doorway.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes pass before you come back out through the doorway and your empty handed. You climb back into the car and i can tell you're not happy.
“i’m sorry to have to do this but the package is at the other sorting warehouse at the bottom of the trading estate, it’s a bulk item” you tell me
“that’s not a problem, we can go that way and then loop back round to drop you off at work” i remark with a calm composure while inside i’m raging. Why did i volunteer for this. I was thinking with my dick again and i should know that always gets me nowhere i thought to myself. Down the road we drove in silence only to be broken when we pull up in the car park.
“ill be as quick as i can, they know i am coming the other store phoned ahead so it should just be a signature for whatever it is” you tell me
I smile back at you and say “sure no worries i’ll be here”
Well true to your word you were in and out like a shot but you look to be struggling with your parcel. I quickly jump out and run over to you lifting the parcel out of your arms.
“ghee what’s in this” i ask
“I think it’s my son’s weights that his gran’s promised for him for his birthday” you say
“let me put it in the back then” i tell you. I pull down the tailgate of the pickup and slide the weights in under the tarp. I secure it with straps and close the tailgate.
“ah thank you so much, your a real gent, i couldn’t have done it without you” you remark
“well it’s nothing, it’s good to get away from the office and i couldn’t leave a damsel in distress now could i” i say teasingly. “now where am i going to drop you off now?” i question you
You point me in a rough direction and i pull out of the car park. You grab your bag and pull it from the footwell onto your lap and start rummaging into it. As we pull up to a set of traffic lights and stop, you hand me a tenner and say “ a thank you for helping me out”
“oh no, it’s nothing, i’m happy to have helped you out, you owe me nothing” i remark and gently push your hand back towards your bag. As i do so i notice that you're showing off more of your leg and thigh. As you’ve lifted your bag up onto your lap it’s caught on your skirt and pulled it higher. You see it almost at the same time as me.
“oh sorry” and with a quick reshuffle you pull your skirt back into place
“it’s ok, don’t get to see such a fine leg and thigh as yours everyday” i teased you with
“thank you” you say sheepishly “glad you like” you continue
“like, oh i not like” i pause and quickly thought i’d go for broke “i love to look at thighs like yours everyday” i say with a cheeky smile
“well then that’s your payment then” you reply
“well i’d have to see both of those tender thighs for the full cost of taking you about in my lunchtime” i tell you
“ok” you say simply “take the third road on your left and first right”
I follow your directions to the letter and swing the car into a damp unused car park at the back of what looked like a hotel. “this isn’t where you work is it?” i question you
“ah no, i’m through there. This used to be our old car park before development and cutbacks happened” you remark. “i can walk from here, saves you driving the long way round”
“so your payment you want to see my thighs?” you ask
“well if thats what your offering yes” i say eagerly waiting like a kid at christmas
“ok” you say as you put your bag back between your feet and pull up your skirt slowing as you get halfway “happy” you remark
“oh are we only doing half measures?” i question you “i did go to two locations to pick up the parcel and i've dropped you back. Surely all the way to the top of your thighs” i ask
With that you pull up your skirt and your lace panties come into view. I’m fixated on them and want to touch you. You notice this and secretly enjoy the exhibition.
“well go on then, i can see you wanting to touch, like a true kid at christmas” you say to me
Well i wasn’t going to wait to see you change your mind, i place my hand on your knee and gently trace the contours of your leg up to the top of your thigh. As i get half way up i slide my hand on the inner side of your thigh and like i’d pressed and invisible button you part your legs. I gently stroke up your pussy lips and feel the detailed lacework beneath my fingers. I repeat this a couple of times before playing with your clit through your pants.
“get in the back” i order you
“i’ve got to get back and you’ll be late” you say
“well you better get in the back now then hadn’t you” i order you again
“ok but you’ll have to be quick” you state
As soon as your bum hit the cover on the back seat i part your legs and hook a finger into your pants and pull them to one side pulling it free from your bum. A g-string it was i thought to myself. Your bald pussy in front of me looked amazing, so smooth and tight looking. i instantly dived towards it and with a broad stroke of the tongue i licked up towards your clit. Wow you taste amazing. Back i go again stroke after stroke, tasting you each time. I then settle on your clit with shorter more regular strokes of the tongue. I suck as much of it as i can into my mouth careful not to touch the clit itself. While sucked up into my mouth i lightly pass my tongue over the top of it. I hear you gasp and a hip twitch accompanies it. I repeat this a couple of time and the same response follows. I release the suction and go back to the long broad strokes. Now i feel and taste you wetter than when i started so suck on a finger and slip it between your tight pussy lips. I apply the suction to your clit again as i pass my tongue over the top of your clit again and again. As fast as i’m working your clit my finger it in and out of you. Your juices start flowing down to my knuckles and i rub it onto a second finger and slip it inside of you. My free hand reaches up to your ample chest and finds your deep cleavage supported by your bra. I slide a hand into your left cup of your bra and find a very erect nipple eagerly awaiting me. I take it between thumb and forefinger and gently pinch it. It firms up furthermore as i play with it and continue to suck on your clit. Your juices taste amazing made more appealing by the fact that you're a sophisticated woman being a filthy bitch in the back of your bank managers pick up as if you were back in your college days. I go back to the broad strokes over your pussy lips and finish up at your clit with a little firmer pressure. I hear you moan and groan more and more. I switch my moist fingers to work on your clit as i slide my tongue in between your tender pink pussy lips. You wriggle in your seat and i pull my hand out of your bra and blouse and hold onto your bottom, pulling it into my face. I keep working your pussy with you telling me to now stop.
“yes yes yes yes” you keep repeating “eat that pussy and don't stop. Taste me”
I’m not stopping and my fingers are teasing that clit and i’m driving my tongue into you as deep as i can. I take up sucking on your clit again and rapidly, with some pressure, work that clit till you groan long and low with an uncontrollable quiver to your legs and you grabbing a fist full of hair off my head. As you bucked about i went back to slipping my tongue deep between your pussy lips tasting every last bit of cum from you.
You slump on the back seat as i pull your skirt down over your thighs, i open the back door and climb out. You look at me with a grin from ear to ear. I offer you my hand and help you out, remembering to grab your bag from the passenger footwell.
“my parcel” you say
“well you're not going to carry it into work and then to your car if it’s in the garage so take my number and message me your address and i’ll drop it round tonight after i’ve finished work” i tell you with a cheeky wink.
“ok” you agree and with that you head off down the path along the back of what looked to be the kitchens of the hotel on your way to work. You give a cheeky look back and walk off trying to arrange your underwear discreetly, that i had not put back as i found it.
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Fifty shades 
but is it good?
As for recommendations.. I liked NYPD Red 
