A white Monte Carlo with a Harley-Davidson sticker stuck to its passenger side window lurched to a halt beside me as I parked in front of the convenience store. People coming out of the store were startled by the car’s abrupt, screeching stop.  I could have cared less; I just wanted coffee to clear my early morning fog. I heard the thumping of loud music coming from the white car next to me even before I turned off my car.  I assumed that the noise was gaining most of the customers’ attention when they exited the store, but the men seemed to gaze longer-than-they-should into the windshield.  Why they were so interested in the car’s driver I did not know, I needed my caffeine.  But as I walked by the car, I understood the other men’s fascination better.The woman driving the Monte Carlo stepped out of the car parked next to mine at the same time I left mine.  Her long red hair spiraled in curls all the way down her back to her small, round bottom.  She wore a business suit with a skirt that showed off her slender physique.  Pumps footed her lean legs and the shoes’ elevation tightened her curvy calves.  The blur in my eyes dissipated without the use of coffee and allowed me to scan the black and red tones of her hair, the deep navy blue of her suit, and the muscular legs hidden under nylon.  What a way to start my day!“You coming in?” she asked with sweet accusation while holding the door for me to follow her into the store.  She caught me staring at her ass.  I diverted my eyes towards the ground and a whimpering “thank you” came out my mouth.  A knot tied in my throat and my stomach felt like it had been kicked; I was embarrassed.  Adrenaline pumped through my body causing my face to flush.  I felt so inadequate in her presence.

I followed her into the store just catching the slanted grin on her face. I felt her eyes fondle me as she looked me up and down. I could not stand to look at her. She was too confident and I was too obvious in my lust for her.  I avoided her while I picked up my items; turning away when she’d enter the same aisle.  I was thankful when she left the store before me.  I managed to watch her slink out the door. Amazing!

I finished purchasing my items and headed towards the glass double-doors of the convenience store.  I froze before I walked through them.  The woman’s white car was still sitting there beside mine.  I saw her behind her steering wheel; loud music thundered from her car into the store.  My heart thundered in my chest.  Why was she still there?

I swallowed hard and left the store.  I tried not to look, but I could not stop.  I saw her watching me.  I felt her eyes crawling all over me.  I suppose turn about was fair play, but knowing a woman so extraordinary was looking me over was more than my introverted nature could handle.  I quickened my pace, fumbled with the car keys to unlock the door, and clumsily fell into the car.  My peripheral vision caught her continuing to stare at me.  I was uneasy.  My body shook.  I felt she could see every imperfection my body had to offer.  I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead.  I felt like that awkward teenager again.  That kid that, while attempting his first kiss with Jules at the 8th grade dance, he missed and kissed her on the nose.  That kid!

I snapped the seat belt buckle, shifted, reversed, and drove out of the store parking lot.  I steered directly to my office a half block away without blinking or taking my eyes off the road.  My heart continued to pound.  I had not realized how short and heavy my breathing had become until I parked my car.  I was thrilled and frightened at the same time.  My cock grew half-erect remembering how perfect the woman’s body was and the excitement I felt by a simple look from her.

The parking lot produced no additional cars in that early hour, which was standard.  I was always arrived a couple of hours ahead of any other employee because it allowed me to prepare for my day without interruption.  The complex and lot were vacant minus my car and a white car, speeding in behind me, then screeching to a halt.  I felt my head pound from the anxiety explosion that rushed through my body when I saw the car and then, once the car’s skid ended, the red-haired siren sitting behind the wheel.

Before I could put a foot out my car’s door, the woman stepped from her car and walked as fast as pumps could carry her towards me.  My temples flared and I actually felt my scalp start to sweat. She grabbed me by the tie wrapped around my neck and pulled me upward, drawing me close; her red-painted lips sucked my mouth to hers.  My balls tightened against my body.  My instincts caused me to wrap an arm around her and grabbed hold of her firm ass.

The woman’s free hand unzipped my slacks and wiggled my growing cock free.  Her palm stroked me to a full erection while her tongue danced with mine.  I smelled the alluring tonic of her perfume and hair spray, as it mixed with the smell of morning dew.  A seduction-induced haze developed on my eyes and I wondered if I had nodded off into a dream.  Maybe I was still driving to work, but asleep at the wheel.

Her hands released and I heard the tear of a wrapper.  Cool latex of a condom slid down my cock.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and she lifted her body up so our hips could meet.  My hands reached under her skirt and grabbed her panty-less ass.  I slid the woman onto my stiff cock.  She moaned in my ear.  My skin bumped trying to feel her through my clothes.  Her hips bounced against mine while I lifted and dropped her against my rigid cock.  Her grip tightened and her breathing became irregular.  She moaned heavily and her mouth could no longer press against mine.  Her eyes clinched tight and her face flushed brighter than the color of her hair. My balls ached and tightened with an oncoming climax.  Her perfume thickened in the air from her increasing body heat and stifled the flow of oxygen to my brain.  I was dizzy, trembling, and could no longer think, only feel.

I felt her breasts pushing against my chest from under her suit and her hot, slick pussy around my latex covered cock.  She whispered in my ear that she was coming and she shook with orgasmic convulsions.  We pressed against each other while my cock pumped throughout our orgasms.  I felt my anxiety slip away with each throb of my climax.  My breathing fell in time with each breath she exhaled.  A sweet, tender smile stretched across her face and we stared into each other’s eyes.  We both needed that moment to get our day started right. Her arms let my neck free as her heels returned to the ground.  Our mouths reached for each other and we kissed with deep regret that the moment had to end.  One of her hands pulled my condom off while the other produced the woman’s panties.  She dried my cock with it and pushed it into my pocket.

A business card found its way to my pocket as well.  She had written her work hours on the back of the card; they were the same as mine.  Though I continued to stop at the convenience store each day, the coffee no longer lured me there; it was the desire to smell perfume and hair spray.  I never drove to work groggy again.