1 comments/ 28332 views/ 4 favorites Carpool By: Zrnko_Pisku It would never happen. It had never even crossed their minds until that morning on December 31st when the thought of spending another day with their families on the holidays drove them both back to work. With everyone else in the carpool still at home preparing for the New Year they both sat side by side as their car moved quickly through the empty streets. "How was your Christmas? Any plans for tonight?" quickly slipped between them in the first few minutes of the ride as they pulled up on the freeway and sped into long, uncomfortable silences. Occasional, "Is it supposed to rain today?" or "Wow, I've never seen the traffic this light before," only added to their shared discomfort. Twice their arms lightly brushed against each other and each time they jerked away too quickly as if they burned. Mumbling something like, "Excuse me... I'm sorry," they immediately looked away. Neither heard the other sigh with relief as they exited the freeway and pulled into the parking garage. After parking in their normal spot he said, "Wow, isn't anyone at work today?" "Just us I guess," she replied, quickly grabbing her things and reaching for the door handle. "No wait," he exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing her thigh as she released her seat belt. She tensed trying to pull her leg free as she firmly said, "No." "I just..." his voice cracked as his hand moved further up her thigh. He felt her relax in her seat. "No, we can't do this, I can't..." "But I..." he leaned closer to her, moving his hand upward. "You need to stop," she said as she opened her legs further. He moved his hand lightly cupping over her crotch, feeling the damp heat. "We shouldn't do this," he whispered as he brushed his face in her curly blond hair. Kicking off her shoes she quickly pulled down her pants and panties, quickly sliding out of them. Leaning back in her seat she didn't say, "I can't remember the last time my husband touched me. She figured he could tell as his fingers slipped easily into her wet pussy. He didn't reply, "It's been almost a year since my wife I had sex." No, she'd know soon enough, he only hoped he could last long enough for her. Sliding his fingers deep into the woman all he could think of was the sound of her urgent breathing, her quiet moans and the way she lifted her hips to him. She reached over, unfastened his pants and then took hold of his cock. Feeling the wet drip of the precum she slid her hand down the length of him then moved over, squeezing between him and the steering wheel. "We need to stop, you need to stop," she said moaned before lowering herself onto him, feeling him fill her like her husband no longer wanted. Feeling her surround his cock with her wet softness he cupped her ass in his hands and lifted his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could. Gritting his teeth he tried to hold off, tried to fight off the sensation but as she rose up and then descended upon him again he knew he couldn't last for her. Rising up again he felt himself almost there, so close, so close... "Oh yes," she moaned, "yes, I'm coming." In response he squeezed her ass tight and pushed into her, lifting her up as he moaned. Pleasure shot though him as he came, spurting his cum deep into her pussy again and again. He then relaxed as she collapsed upon him, wrapping her arms around him as her pussy convulsed on his cock, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing. It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath after which she lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, "We shouldn't have done..." He quickly held his finger to her mouth silencing her. With his softening cock still inside her he replied, "This didn't happen." "It didn't?" she said, feeling his cock slip out of her. "No. We rode to work in our carpool. How could anything like this happen?" "And we..." "We ride home in our carpool after work and then January 2nd we carpool to work again." "And this?" she said, reaching down and lightly grasping his cock. "Didn't incredibly, wonderfully happen." "And it won't happen again." "Until next year." "Next year?" she smiled and then leaned forward to kiss him. Carpool Adventure We always hated it when it was Martin's turn to drive, though we only said it behind his back. It was about the only bad part of the carpooling situation the five of us had set up. We all took advantage of the corporation's digital bulletin board to find that we all lived in the same town about an hour outside of the city. Gas is expensive as is car upkeep, so sharing the costs of our commutes was just an intelligent thing to do. The reason why we hated Martin's turn to drive was his compact car's heater only worked intermittently and it was terribly cramped. Four of us met at Martin's car that mid-December evening at 5:30. Joe had called us and said that he was meeting his wife who'd come to pick him up early from work at lunch. That left Martin driving with Earl next to him in the passenger seat. I was lucky. I was in the cramped backseat with the lovely Mindy. Mindy was the youngest of us all. She was a lovely young wife of one of our town's lawyers. They'd married a year after he graduated law school, and she moved to the town with him. She worked in accounting while I worked in human resources as a recruiter, so we hardly ever saw each other. Even so, we both enjoyed the time we had to talk every morning and during the ride home in the evening. I especially enjoyed it. I found it difficult to date again after a ten-year marriage that ended in a bitter divorce. Her talks were fun and flirtatious and reminded me how fun it could be to have women as friends. The sexual tension made every conversation a nice escape from my otherwise lonely life. We climbed into the backseat and instantly started teasing each other. We sat in the dim light of the backseat, only made bright every once in awhile by a street light as we drove through the city. I texted her phone, "Maybe that skirt could be a little tighter. Who U tryin 2 impress?" She smiled at me and answered via text, "Shut up! Maybe those pants could B tighter; esp. around the bulge." I silently laughed without looking at her. "Maybe it's the company I keep," I texted, referring to her. "Who? Martin?" she texted back. Ha Ha! She got me on that one. I looked out the window as we started to leave the metropolitan area into the darker wooded area leading to our town. My state of contemplation was disturbed by the vibrating of my phone. Her text said, "What? Pouting? I smiled and texted her back: "Just thinking about that skirt UR wearing. " The digital exchange was not abnormal. We had grown comfortable sending flirtatious, taunting texts to each other. It was all innocent fun. She answered, "What? This old thing?" I texted, "Yeah. I'd like it better...never mind." She tried to cover her smile. I was surprised to hear her actually speak. She leaned forward to Martin and asked, "Hey Martin. Do you mind if I used this blanket you have folded in the back. It's a bit cold back here." Martin, concentrating on the song on the radio as much as the road answered, "Sure." I hadn't even seen it. It was folded and tucked in the tiny storage space behind our seat. Mindy reached back over the seat, giving me a great view of her body, half-covered by the aforementioned long skirt and the other half covered by a professional looking white blouse. She sat back down, unfolded the blanket, and covered her legs with it. She returned to her blackberry and started typing. I wondered if I had crossed a line. Then the next text came. "Wut were U going 2 say," her text asked. I didn't know if I wanted to go there, but I did. "Pulled a little higher so I can C those thighs." What the fuck Frank I asked myself. I couldn't believe I sent the text. Apparently she couldn't either because her mouth formed an "O" and she pursed her lips in a smile. She nodded her mock disapproval. "Not nice," she wrote back. "Yeah. Disregard," I answered, hoping I hadn't given her cause for a sexual harassment charge. She began to rustle beside me. She turned so her face so it was facing out the window and I was sure I'd pissed her off. I looked at her back turned to me and was sure of it. I looked back out the rear window and anxiously awaited the ride to end. After a couple of minutes, my phone vibrated again. The text read, "Take a look." I looked back over my shoulder. It was wonderful! Mindy had pulled the blanket that was covering her just enough to expose herself to me. She sat, still turned, with the long skirt held around her waist. In the dim light, I saw her bent legs pushed together. They were covered by sheer stockings that ended in lacy tan bands wrapped around her muscled, olive thighs. The silky white material of her panties clumped at the apex where her two inner thighs met. From that point, her panties v'd up toward the bands that held them around her waist, barely covering a luscious ass that stuck out and invited me to touch it. But just as quickly as the view was there, it was gone. Mindy covered herself back up with the blanket. She began to rustle again as she adjusted her dress. We pulled into the parking lot where all of our cars were parked. She didn't even say goodbye to any of us, but walked straight to her car. I did the same after my normal good-bye to the guys: "Same time tomorrow?" Earl and Martin answered, "Yup." I watched them all drive away, including the gorgeous Mindy. I sat in my car and ran it to heat it up. In addition, I had to catch my breath and think about what had just happened. Incredible. The phone vibrated. It was Mindy. The text read, "Should have seen ur face!" I laughed at her audacity. "Ur crazy...but not complaining. See (more) of U 2morrow." I replied. "Keep dreaming," was her texted reply. "Ahh shux," I replied. "Sometimes dreams come tru. C U 2morrow," was her final text that night. I smiled as I pulled into my driveway. What a way to finish my day. I couldn't wait for tomorrow and the ride to work.