Chapter 3. Sex in the car

As she got off the plane, Catrina grabbed her handbag and walked down the stairs. Then she looked at the time on her watch and realized it was very late. And all because of her idiot ex-boyfriend.

When he found out she was leaving town, he wouldn't stop harassing her. That morning, he was in the hallway of her old apartment and wouldn't let her leave. The jerk wanted her to miss her flight. She never used to see him, and now he was showing up everywhere.

Catrina had to call the police to come and help her by taking her ex-boyfriend away, which is why she was very late to the airport. Luckily, the airline was able to put her on another flight two hours later.

She was happy to start a new life in Los Angeles and no longer wanted to return to Detroit.

Her sister was surely very worried because she hadn't told her anything; she should have arrived hours ago. The brunette entered the airport, went through security, picked up her luggage, and ran to the first phone booth she saw.

Given the time, she assumed she was working. She still found it impossible to believe that Eliza was working eight months pregnant. That was crazy... She dialed the number she had been given, and Eliza answered on the first ring.

"Eliza?"

"Catrina? My God, where are you?"

"At the airport. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Why are you so late?"

"I had problems with my ex, but that's a long story. We can talk about it more calmly at home. Tell me what to do. Should I go straight to your house?"

"Yes, Jorge is waiting for you there. If you can get there first, that would be good. He told me he has to go back to work."

Her sister thinks about it, but she has no other choice.

"Okay, I'll take a taxi and go there."

With her sister's directions, she gave the address to the taxi driver, who took her straight to an impressive house. Catrina had no idea her sister lived in such a luxurious house.

She knew that Jorge was a wealthy man, but her sister worked as an assistant for a large company. She liked to earn her own money, and that was fine; it wasn't good to depend on a man's money.

And it was understandable; Jorge was a little older than her sister. According to her, she met him when she was his secretary, but after they got married, she quit and got another job. However, Catrina didn't like that very much.

She shakes her head and walks up to the house. She rings the doorbell, and immediately an attractive, slightly older man wearing a perfectly tailored suit opens the door.

"Catrina?" He looks her straight in the face.

"Hello, sorry I'm late, there were some problems at my old house and, well, I missed my flight.

"I understand, I have to go now," he says, letting her in. "Go up to the first floor, your sister arranged it for you. I'm running late, so... stay at home.

She sees him pick up a briefcase and is surprised because she didn't expect Jorge to behave that way. She had thought badly of him, so everything her sister said about her husband was true.

She imagined he was one of those perverted and depraved guys, and that he would behave disgustingly with his wife's sister, but she could hardly look at him. That reassured her, since she wouldn't have to run away from that house.

"Nice to meet you. Tell my wife I'll be home a little late."

"Okay..."

It was the first time they had met, even though his sister had been married for five years. Unfortunately, she couldn't attend her wedding because of her damn toxic ex-boyfriend.

She watches him walk away and get into an impressive car... the young woman looks at her sister's house, it was huge and very beautiful.

[...]

After finishing the last meeting of the day, Dorian gathered his things. As he left his office, he ran into Eliza, who was also packing up her belongings.

"Why haven't you left?"

"I was getting some things done ahead of time for tomorrow, sir."

"Are you being picked up?"

"No, I'll take a taxi. I couldn't bring my car."

"Don't be silly, I'll take you."

They both left the building and rode in silence the whole way, except for Dorian's cell phone, which rang every few minutes. Eliza glanced at the device, but then looked back ahead.

"Miss Hans, I've noticed that it's becoming increasingly difficult for you to do certain things in the office." She looked at him fearfully. "I think it's time to find a replacement for you."

"Are you firing me?" Dorian remained silent. He didn't want to do it, but in his condition, what else could he do?

"Listen, when your baby is born, you'll have to take a long leave of absence to care for your child. I don't know much about motherhood, but understand that I need someone to help me in the office, and you won't be able to do that."

"Yes, I understand that," the young woman returns her gaze to the front as she rubs her belly.

"It would be good if you could organize interviews for a new secretary. I promise I'll reward you for your time working with me."

Eliza remains silent, and that's when she looks at her house from afar. Her boss stops immediately because he already knew where she lived. She looks at the window of her house and sees a female shadow moving from one side to the other.

Then a light bulb goes off in her head.

"Yes, I'll arrange that for you tomorrow, Mr. Borges." He is surprised by her acceptance. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

He watches her struggle to walk to the entrance of her house and shakes his head.

"She doesn't live badly at all, and yet she works as a secretary."

[…]

Eliza enters her house, and her sister jumps on her to give her a big hug.

"You're finally here, silly. How much longer were you going to be?

"I had a lot of work, I'm sorry. Is Jorge not here?"

"He said he'd be late.

"I'm sure it's because he couldn't go to work this morning. Come on, let's talk about something important.

"I don't want to talk about my ex, please."

"No, that's not what this is about..."

[...]

Dorian parks the car in front of a huge mansion, and a few minutes later a long-legged blonde gets into his car, smiling broadly.

"You took a long time."

"I'm sorry," he replies, resting his hand on her leg.

"Where are you taking me?"

Dorian smiled mischievously. He wasn't the kind of man you'd see entering a restaurant with a woman or appearing in gossip magazines with famous models. Nor did he kiss on the lips; he thought that was too intimate to share with a woman who would only provide him with sex.

Since his late fiancée died in that car accident, he had never gotten involved with another woman in a personal way. And that was 15 years ago. In all that time, he had only seen women clandestinely, where sex and pleasure reigned supreme.

And to tell the truth, he liked that much more than being engaged to someone who might not end up staying by his side.

"To a special place..." he replied, starting the car.

The blonde gets excited, until after a few minutes they both park in a somewhat isolated and lonely place. Few cars parked there.

"What are we doing here?"

"Come here..."

She looks at him in astonishment.

"Really?" she asks, on the verge of hysteria.

"Yes, come here," he replies, slipping his hand under her dress.

"We only came here to..." She stops talking when she feels Dorian slip a finger into her pussy and begin to move it gently.

Automatically, she arches her body and opens her legs wider for him. Dorian unbuckles his seatbelt, lifts her dress a little higher, and with the same movement, inserts another finger into her pussy.

"Ahhhh!" moans the blonde.

After a few seconds, she lifts one of her legs onto the dashboard and the other onto the steering wheel.

Dorian pulls down one of the straps of her dress, exposing one of her breasts, which he takes in his hand and brings to his mouth, sucking it at the same pace as he masturbates her.

"Dorian, I want you inside me, right now," moaned the blonde as she moved her body like a cat in heat.

He settled into his seat, took a condom out of the glove compartment, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock.

"Suck it first, baby," he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her down toward his hard cock.

The blonde swallowed his entire cock and began to suck it eagerly while he guided her with his hand. He tilted his head back and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him.

"Keep going, suck it good," he murmured breathlessly.

When he felt he was about to come, he stopped the blonde and put on a condom. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him, taking his cock in his hand and centering it in her well-shaved pussy.

He lowered his hips abruptly, thrusting his entire penis inside her, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from the blonde, which gave him pleasure.

"Damn, your pussy is good."