other hand played with her opening, his fingers sliding in and out of her juices. Mandy knew she would orgasm quickly and her breath quickened as she felt her nipples harden against her bra.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped in small breathy moans before her orgasm crashed over her. Moaning softly, she grinded against Justin, trying to push his hand away as the sensation became too strong for her to handle, but Justin kept the object pressed firmly against her clit. Mandy felt her orgasm push higher and then she was coming again as a second wave descended upon her. She was swept up in her pleasure and when she finally came to her senses again, she saw Justin watching her appreciatively.
“Now, that’s how to start a Friday morning,” he said slyly. Mandy swatted at him, before slowly stepping off him. Once more, her panties were worthless and she yanked them down her slick thighs before throwing them on Justin’s desk.
“Add these to your collection,” she said wryly, as she tried to fix herself. Justin grinned and stuffed the pair in his pocket. Even though Mandy didn’t feel like she got any real answers to Justin’s behavior, things certainly felt more normal now, or at least normal for she and Justin’s bizarre relationship.
Mandy left his office and this time Meghan and Jen didn’t even bother to look up. The day passed quickly, and Mandy felt ridiculously kinky working the entire day without any underwear. Justin smiled seductively at her more than once as he tapped his pocket, which contained her damp panties. Mandy could only shake her head in bemusement. She wished every morning could start with His and Hers orgasms.
The end of the day quickly approached, and it seemed all the plans were set in place for the party the following evening. Justin warned the women not to be late, especially Mandy. She went home that evening feeling lighter than she had all week, all thoughts of Brad forgotten. Only Justin was on her mind, and she could not wait for him to see her in her costume.
Saturday flew by and Mandy found herself a jumble of nerves for most of the day, snapping at Chrissy and then apologizing for her bad behavior. Finally, Mandy began the long process of getting ready. She carefully blow dried her hair and then twisted it up before piling it on top of her head and curling the ends. Chrissy even offered to help Mandy apply her makeup. Mandy was more than grateful, especially considering the way she had treated her earlier. As Chrissy expertly swiped on mascara and then curled her lashes with a heated eyelash curler, Mandy felt a fresh surge of guilt. She wished she could tell Chrissy exactly what was going on, but she knew she could not.
The moment arrived for Mandy to step into her dress. She carefully extended her long, slender legs into the soft material, before Chrissy helped pull the dress up and zip her.
“Oh my god, Mandy, you look gorgeous,” Chrissy breathed. Mandy nervously glanced towards the mirror and her jaw nearly hit the floor. The creature in the mirror could surely not be herself. This woman was tall and elegant with perfectly coiffed hair and alluring makeup. Her gown ebbed and flowed around her and her entire being seemed to glow from within.
“Chrissy, you’re incredible!” Mandy whispered.
“Me? I didn’t do this! You are the incredible one!”
Mandy wanted to squeal with excitement. She slipped her feet into her delicate silver shoes before grabbing her mask and her evening bag. Just as she was about to reach for her keys, there was a knock at the door. She shot Chrissy a quizzical look before going to the door and opening it. Standing in the hallway was a man dressed in a smart black suit, with a chauffer’s hat in his hand.
“Ms. Ray?” he inquired.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I’m your driver, Miss. I’ve been sent for you.”
“Really? You’re driving me to Justin’s?”
“Yes, Miss. The car is outside whenever you’re ready.” And with that, he gave a small bow before turning towards the stairs. Shocked, Mandy turned back into the apartment where Chrissy was standing, her jaw hanging open.
“Holy shit!” Chrissy squealed.
“My own driver!!” Mandy squealed back momentarily caught up in the excitement. She gave Chrissy a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and carefully making her way down the steps.
“Have fun!” Chrissy cried after her, and Mandy could hear the slight envy in her voice. Mandy wished she could have invited her friend, but she knew it wasn’t possible.
She carefully climbed into the town car and sat down. She turned to look around the rest of the interior and nearly screamed. Sitting in the car beside her, grinning, was Brad.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed. “If Justin knows you snuck into this car, he will kill you!”
“Justin won’t know because he didn’t send for the car,” Brad said smiling. Mandy looked confused. “But if he didn’t send for the car-” she began slowly. Brad only smiled.
“I sent for it,” he finished. Mandy looked uneasy, but she couldn’t help the pull she felt towards Brad. Slowly, Brad scooted even closer to Mandy and Mandy felt her heart skip a beat as her skin flushed. As soft as a breeze, Brad lowered his lips to Mandy, waiting for her to turn away but she didn’t. Mandy found herself moving towards Brad’s mouth and the kiss started slowly before it began to intensify. The fire grew between Mandy’s legs and she wanted it to stop but she knew it couldn’t.
“Mandy,” Brad gasped and Mandy could only moan back. Ever so slowly, Brad ran his hands up Mandy’s leg, slowly pushing the material up her smooth skin, exposing her thigh inch by inch. Mandy moaned again. Brad’s fingers caressed her upper, innermost thigh and Mandy couldn’t help but push her hips forward, wanting Brad to touch her between her legs. As if reading her mind, Brad’s fingers gently grazed against the soft material of her underwear and Mandy moaned loudly as she felt her nipples harden.
“Touch me!” she begged and Brad was more than willing to obey. Slowly, he rubbed her through her underwear and Mandy groaned and writhed, her greedy body wanting more.
“I don’t trust myself,” Brad said gruffly, and with that he tugged her underwear down her legs, exposing her most delicate parts. His fingers brushed against her buzzing skin and they made their way towards her nub. Gently, he began rubbing small circles with one hand as his other hand explored her folds. Mandy gripped onto the car seat, desperate for anything to squeeze. She felt scandalous, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Mandy felt Brad’s fingers explore and discover her, push and prod at her innermost parts and elicit numerous pleasurable sensations. Over and over again she moaned Brad’s names, his fingers taking her higher and higher. Teasingly he caressed over her opening as his other hand continued to work her clitoris and Mandy could feel how wet she was. She wanted Brad to fuck her, but she could tell he wasn’t going to take that risk tonight.
“You’re so wet,” he said huskily and then pushed two fingers deep into her opening, her wetness encasing them.
“Aggh” Mandy cried out, not caring what the driver heard or saw. In and out, Brad fucked her with his fingers and the penetration timed with the clitoral stimulation would soon sweep her away. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the backseat, and Mandy’s own moans were becoming more carnal.
“Come for me, Mandy,” Brad breathed. Those words sent Mandy over the edge and she bucked on the car seat, her thighs trembling as she came for Brad while his fingers still pushed in and out of her soaking pussy. Her body shook and she grabbed for Brad’s arms to have something to hold on to. When her orgasm finally ceased, she heard the driver awkwardly clear his throat, before saying
“We’re almost there Mr. Stevens.”
“Thank you. I’m going to have you drop Miss Ray off first, and then I’d like us to drive around another half hour or so before you drop me off,” Brad said, his voice gruff from their escapades. The driver nodded.
Satiated, but embarrassed, Mandy began to right herself. Brad pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to her.
“You’re going to want to wipe yourself up. Justin will never understand why you are so wet.” He smirked as he said it.
Mandy snatched the material from his hand, knowing he was right. She wiped herself gently, the handkerchief becoming drenched with her wetness.
“I’d like it back,” Brad said huskily and somewhat uncomfortably, Mandy handed it back to him. She pulled her panties back on, and then checked her reflection in her compact. Besides the rosy glow due to her orgasm, she looked otherwise untouched. She was pleased.
