Flirtation In The Car

SKYLAR POV

"Good morning, Mr Jenkin,"

"Good morning to you Miss Stallion," he said grabbing my suitcase and bag and putting them in the trunk

I climbed into the passenger seat, and he started the car.

We sped off through the night streets of New York.

I began to tell him my ideas for the meeting we were having and he nodded, somewhat ignoring what I was saying.

I noticed this from the moment I started talking, but I kept telling him.

"Wasn't your boyfriend mad when you told him you were going on a trip?" he asked, interrupting me.

I was stunned.

"My boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend,"

He seemed to like the idea because a smile appeared on his face.

"I guess it's better this way, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

I didn't know how to respond, his voice was so stiff that the tension hung in the air when he spoke.

"Do you live alone?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I live with a friend,"

He nodded.

"It's a good neighborhood," he said as he continued driving.

That's what it looked like when they showed us the apartment—I joked and a husky laugh came out of his mouth.

"And you live alone?" I asked, returning the question.

I didn't know how far I could go into his personal life, but since he'd asked first, I was going to take advantage of the opportunity to do the same.

Another husky laugh escaped his throat.

"Why would Miss Stallion want to know that?" he said hoarsely.

It had happened to me again.

"Maybe for the same reason as you," I said without thinking.

I scanned his face, afraid I'd messed up again, but a smile spread across his face.

I calmed myself.

"I assure you, your intentions are not the same as mine," he said, staring at me.

The car suddenly became smaller.

"You're still too young and innocent to understand," he said, taking advantage of the shift to place his hand on my thigh.

Covered only by the thin fabric of a pair of stockings, my breath caught in my throat.

I leaned toward his ear, placing my hand on his knee, disengaging from his touch, and taking control of the situation a bit.

He didn't take his eyes off the road, even when I moved my hand up his thigh.

He was overtaking me, but I wasn't going to back down for this guy, I could get another job, right?

"Maybe not as much as you think, Mr. Jenkin" I whispered very close to his ear.

I kept my hand on his thigh for a few seconds until I removed it and returned to my spot.

"Repeat my name," he snapped authoritatively.

I hadn't expected that reaction, but it served me well.

I leaned closer to his ear again.

“Is that it, Mr. Jenkin?” I whispered.

I put my hand back on his thigh, a little higher than the last time.

I could tell he was enjoying this flirtation.

“Or is it better like this, Mr. Jenkin?” I whispered as I stroked my hand up his thigh, reaching his cock but not touching it, and with the other hand, I brushed the stray locks of hair away from his ear.

“I could say your name all day, Mr. Jenkin”

Damn the hour I repeated his name three times, he pulled the car off the road and focused all his attention on me.

He took my hands in just one of his, leaving me completely defenseless.

He placed them above my head and scanned my entire body with his gaze, I was wearing a tight brown dress that showed off all my curves.

His obscene gaze scanned every curve of my dress and focused on my breasts, I remembered the dream and prayed that it would soon come true.

"So you like to play?" he whispered, firmly grasping my hands.

With the other, he caressed the soft fabric of my stockings as he slipped his hand under my dress.

"Take off your stockings, now," he said.

I swallowed hard.

"What did you say, Mr. Jenkin?" I asked innocently.

He responded by letting go of my hands, and he stared at me.

"I'm not going to repeat it to you, Miss Stallion," he said, caressing the curve of my waist.

I sat up a little, peeling the thin fabric of my stockings off my legs.

I felt the chill immediately, but Mr. Jenkins's steady gaze on me prevented me from feeling cold.

That man warmed me in every way.

First rule if you want to keep your job, he grabbed my hands again:

No sock, he grabbed the fabric and rolled it up.

He rolled down the window and threw it out.

Second, he announced that if you misbehave, there will be punishment.

He moved his hand up to where my thigh practically ended.

I was dripping wet, and I'm sure he could tell.

He squeezed my thigh hard, It hurt, but I was so turned on, God, it felt incredible.

He probably would have left a mark, but I didn't care; this was so hot.

His hands gripped my thigh, and my hands gripped his tightly.

My name in your mouth sounds so naughty, little Skylar—He whispered in my ear.

It makes me want to fuck you so hard; those firm thighs would be so sore and bruised that when you walked into my office and said my name again, you’d remember that entails.

And that thought would make you blush, and I’d see the innocent Skylar again, the one I imagine sucking my cock, serving me, fulfilling my every whim because that’s what a good secretary does, right?

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that, Mr. Jenkin," I whispered, his breath still catching in my ear.

I felt his hand tighten on my thigh; it was starting to hurt, so he loosened his grip and released me.

"Your humidity doesn't say the same thing," he snapped and started again.

"We're going to get along, Skylar"

Of course, Mr Jenkin—He looked at me, moistening his lips, and then turned his gaze back to the road.

Oh my God, how embarrassing! I'd just noticed how aroused I was by his comments and his touch.

He quickly composed himself and remained silent, I didn't want to say anything else; I'd already lost my temper.

I instinctively looked at his bulging cock.

Well, well, Mr. Jenkin, it seems I'm not the only one affected by the other's Presence.