Driving Miss Daisy - S01 E24

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Driving Miss Daisy - S01 E24

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

"I would, but Sara would probably kill me."

"She's already told me that nothing's going to happen until tomorrow morning because she has to work tonight"

"Geez, John you can be so dense sometimes. Just because she can't fuck you before going to work doesn't mean she wants her little sister along to destroy the romance. Where are you going to take her?"

"I was thinking about Nicky's in Centerport. It's a bar, but they serve food in the back and they have a great lobster special on Friday nights. She was shaking her head, telling me "no" before I was even half done.

"No! No! No! Take her there when you're engaged or married, but now you need a place that will be quiet and elegant-a place where you can hold her hand, hopefully in a booth where you can touch each other and maybe kiss. You don't want me there and neither does Sara. Thanks for the raise. I'll really need it when Sara moves out." She laughed when she saw the expression on my face. "I saw the way you two reacted to each other and I can see it in your face now. And, don't forget that I've been listening to Sara all week. I think you two were made for each other.

"On another note, I assume your efforts to screw Daisy's mother went well."

"I don't want to say anything and I don't want you to, either. I'll be amazed if the FBI or police don't stop in to question me. I'm on record as being in the area. I used my own name when I registered and my credit card will show that I was there, too. However, I did give Mr. O'Neill a company prospectus and he agreed to pass it up to the CEO with a recommendation. Once he looks at the list of clients I'm pretty sure we'll get their business, too. New England is still virgin territory for us. Oh, yeah...I'll want you to wire $500,000 to a bank in Montenegro next Tuesday, I'll let you know which bank by the end of the day. Account signatories will be me and Thomas O'Neill." The look of shock never left her face as she left the office. I returned to my work, clearing my desk by working through lunch and finishing everything by 3:30 that afternoon after telling Cara to wire the money to the Komercijalna Banka AD Budva. I left the office early knowing that she would phone the bank early Monday moming to arrange the transfer, returning to my home for a quick shower and shave, even changing my clothes to a preppy outfit complete with a cotton red, white, and blue striped shirt, thin gray wool sweater, and dark gray worsted wool slacks

I had just finished dressing when I had a call on my cell. It was Tom O'Neill and I was pleased to see that he had phoned me using a cheap burner phone from Wal-Mart, exactly as I had suggested. "I'll be on the next plane to Mexico City and then I have a flight to Paris. I understand that money really talks in Mexico. That's why I took a dozen of the Krugerrands." I had to laugh. I hadn't thought of that. He wouldn't be searched while driving to Canada on business and once out of the country he could do anything he wanted with then. I wished him luck and reminded him to email me at the Yahoo account I'd given him. Accounts like Yahoo and Gmail are web-based and much harder to track than one with your local internet provider.

Checking my watch I saw the time was just 4:21 so was a bit surprised to hear the bell for the front door. I felt like a high school kid on his first date. Of course, I had never experienced a first date in either high school or college as an undergrad. No wonder I was so excited.

I opened the door and gazed in amazement at the sight before me. Sara was nothing less than breathtaking as she rushed in to my arms and my kiss. Our tongues wrestled with each other aggressively as our bodies merged. I thought later that we had defied the laws of physics-two bodies coming together and occupying the same space at the same time-a physical impossibility even for a nerd like me.

I broke it first, whispering, "I missed you....so much." Once again there was a level of comfort I had never known before with any woman and doubted that I ever would again.

"Me, too...obviously, Damn! I wish I didn't have to work tonight."

"Yes, but think of how much we'll be able to look forward to tomorrow morning. I plan to go to sleep early so I'll have plenty of energy for you."

"I plan to sleep through at least half of my shift. Well...I would if it wasn't a Friday night. Where are we going to eat?"

"There's a nice place on Route 25A that I've wanted to try. I've read good things about it. Are you ready to go or would you like to come in first."

in first."

"If I come in, John, I don't think we'd ever make dinner so maybe we'd better go. like your outfit, John. It suits you."

"I kinda like what you're wearing, too." She was wearing an almost skin-tight tee shirt-beige-with tight jeans and shoes-don't ask me what kind-with about a two-inch heel. Damn, but she exuded sex appeal! Her bra must have been really sheer because I could clearly make out her hard nipples through the shirt that was stretched so tightly around her firm breasts.

We kissed again briefly then I led her to the garage and my new SUV. Fifteen minutes later pulled into the long thin driveway to the left of the restaurant. As expected, the restaurant was almost deserted so we were shown straight to a banquette-one of those curved benches some restaurants have that encourage intimacy, not that we needed any help.

Later, years after that dinner, Sara told me that the food was wonderful that evening. I knew that all of our subsequent meals there were spectacular, but that evening I only had eyes for Sara. I did recall that we had iced tea because she couldn't drink and then go to work in the hospital. I also learned that evening what being in true love was really like.

If the dinner was wonderful, the following morning was just incredible. I was up early as always and I changed the sheets, not that they needed it. A professional cleaning company did my entire house every Thursday, including changing and washing the linens on the bed. All the same, I wanted this experience to be special and it was.

I sat with a glass of OJ on the front porch as Sara's car drew near. Then she was out the door and into my arms. Our clothes fell to the floor as we rushed inside. She pushed me down to the cold slate floor in the vestibule and rode me there, ignoring the obvious pain in her knees. "I've wanted this all week, John. I'm sorry, but I 1 just can't wait any longer."

I knew I was going to cum quickly, but she didn't care. She ground her swollen bud into my abdomen with unbelievable speed and ferocity. I blew into her, my cock softening quickly, but not so quickly that she wasn't able to reach her climax. Her body shook violently for several seconds before she exhaled mightily and fell onto my chest. We lay there until we had both recovered then we looked into each other's eyes and laughed. We laughed so hard

that we cried.