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                    Role Reversal
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    She slowly smoothed the black silk dress over her long,
freshly shaved legs.  Creamy skin covered with sheer hose, set off by
a single, daring seam running up the back.  Although no one could see,
there was a garter belt under the dress, and not the traditional
"panty hose."  She was feeling daring, oh, so daring, and wanted to
have a party.  She was going to show her ex.  Show him what she could
really be like.  Her breasts were pushed up by the support of the
strapless bra, almost spilling out of the scoop neck of the dress.
She was ready.  She pulled on her five-inch spiked pumps and headed
toward the car, hips swaying gently.
She stopped on her way into the city for a hamburger.  The
young, fresh-faced boy who brought the food stared down through the
window at her breasts, and his trousers began to swell.
She smiled.  She loved it when someone got affected by her
looks.  She reached out to get the food, and 'accidentally' brushed
the backs of her long lacquered nails along the length of his bulge.
He moaned as her hand turned to caress his tumescence.  She looked
around.  There was no one else in the parking lot, and it was dark.
She licked her lips as she slowly pulled down his zipper.  He held on
to the roof of her car, shaking, as she gently curled her hand around
the warm, throbbing tube of flesh, encased as it was by spotless white
briefs.  Checking the area once more, she leaned over, drawing his
shaft out through the opening in his jeans as she did so.  He moved
closer to the car, and felt her warm breath caress his swollen
warrior, moments before it sank to the hilt in her velvet-wet hot
mouth.  Gently she traced her nails along the inside of his thighs,
feeling the way the denim of his jeans dragged at the legs underneath.
She cupped his testicles as she sucked, gently, insistently.  It was
nearly over.
    He moaned, signalling that his time was here.  As she felt his
balls tighten, she pulled back, leaving just the tip in her mouth as
she stroked the spit-covered length of his penis with her capable
hand.  His body jerked in reaction as his orgasm hit, the strength of
it yanking the cock out of her grip, spraying semen along the outside
of the car, her face, her dress, and her food.  She spun out of the
car, mock anger written on her face.
    "Look at what you've done," she murmured, her voice low and husky
as the boy tried to clean himself up.  "Now you need to clean it up."
She lay back against the car, pulling her dress open along the front.
He whimpered, deep in his throat, falling against her as his tongue
sought the trailers of his lust that had coated her smooth skin.  He
lapped up his remnants, moving ever closer to the bud of womanhood
encased in a thin strip of hair.  As he moved to taste it, she pulled
him up, the move surprising him.  She pulled him closer to her,
raising one leg to wrap it around his buttocks, still encased in their
blue denim prison.
    "Now," she whispered, licking his ear, "it's time for your tip."
She reached down with one hand and guided him into her tight, swollen
tunnel.  He gasped at the heat, and began bucking his hips
frantically.  She moaned as his fingers bit into her breasts, her ass.
He was moving, as was she, in a dance that moved to a music no one
ever wrote.
    She felt him tense, and whisper "My manager, oh God, he's coming
out here!" The excitement of his words, combined with the imminent
danger of the discovery of their actions was enough to push them both
over the edge. She felt his hot, sticky load blasting into her,
filling her hole with his lust, as she clenched and convulsed around
him.  Still pouring the last driblets of cum from the tip, he stuffed
his slimy cock inside his pants as she quickly re-wrapped her dress
and fastened the belt.  By the time the manager arrived, all he found
was a well-dressed lady discussing the repair of her car with one of
his best employees.  Gratified at the additional service they could
offer (if only he knew), he graciously allowed his employee to quit
early.
    She smiled as the manager walked away, groping gently for the
boy's pouch.
    "Are you, ummmm, up to another round?," she asked.
    He sighed.  "Yes, ma'am," he said, "lead on."
She got in her car as he trotted to his.  Waiting long enough
to ensure his ability to follow, she pulled out into traffic, and
driving slowly, she led him home.
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But then, that's another story altogether.
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