I could see them fighting. We’d all gone out for a drink after work and for some reason Ted was in a foul mood. Everything Jenny did seemed to annoy him. I had excused myself to go and get fresh drinks and every time I looked back at our table, I could see him having another go at her. Her head was in her hands and every now and then she would look up at him, those big eyes brimming with tears, pleading with him to be reasonable. I watched him push her away, grab his coat and storm out. Collecting my drinks and change from the barman I made my way back over to the table.
“He’s not coming back is he?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Come on” I said, “I’ll give you a lift home”.
Grabbing my jacket, I downed my shot of whisky. “Waste not want not” I thought.
My car was parked under a broken street lamp just around the corner from the bar. Holding the passenger door open for her, she clambered in. As I shut it behind her I heard her start sobbing. As I got behind the wheel she launched herself at me, wailing.
“There, there” I soothed, gently stroking her hair.
She looked at me with those puppy dog eyes and I just had to kiss her. As our lips met I could taste her salty tears. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth. She shifted her body round in her seat so she faced me and I worked my hand under her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, teasing them until they were like bullets. She gasped and moaned in my mouth, squirming in her seat. Her hand reached for my cock, trying to stroke it through my jeans, but I slapped it away. Coming down from her tits I pushed her legs apart, I could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. I rubbed her over her panties again and again, finally pushing them to one side as I slid my finger into her, savoring her slipperiness. Slowly I slid the next one in, then a third, enjoying stretching her. Dipping my thumb in to lube it up I rhythmically worked her clit with it, continuing to thrust my fingers in and out.
Suddenly she clenched up and started bucking in her seat as she let out a guttural sound that made my rock-solid cock even harder. I kept stroking her until I felt the waves of her orgasm pass.
She looked at me, the tears now dry on her face and said, “Wanna finish this back at my place?”
I grinned at her and started the car.
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