Night Trade on the Highway

The hot summer night had just tipped past midnight when my headlights caught a familiar silhouette on the shoulder. My heart thumped harder. Her. Anna Viktorovna. My old boss from that firm I'd walked out of five years ago. Now she stood by her dead sedan in a tight black skirt and white blouse, phone pressed to her ear. The look she gave me when I pulled over was just as stern and demanding as ever. Except now there was something else burning in it.

"Well, I didn't expect to see you of all people, Max," she said in that low voice as I stepped out. Her eyes slid down my shirt, lingered on my belt. "Going to help a lady in distress?"

I moved closer. Her perfume mixed with the night air hit me like a shot. My hands reached out on their own to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers brushed the hot skin of her cheek. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in slightly, and I felt her tits almost brush against my chest.

"Of course I'll help you, Anna. Just not in that way," I answered, bold as hell, staring straight into her gray eyes. "You know I always wanted to fuck you back then, right in that office of yours."

She let out a short laugh, but it came out raspy, turned on.

"You've gotten cocky. You used to just go red and stay quiet. But now..." Her palm pressed flat against my chest, fingers slowly undoing the top button of my shirt. "Now I'm not opposed. My husband's out of town. And I... I've been craving some real tension."

We both glanced at my car at the same time. Dark interior, tinted windows, empty highway stretching into nothing. Without a word, she opened the back door and slid inside. I followed. The door clicked shut, sealing us off from the world.

In the cramped space, her skirt rode up, exposing black lace panties. I reached for her, but she caught my wrist.

"Slow," Anna whispered, unbuttoning her blouse. Each button slipped free with a soft sound. The white fabric fell open, revealing a lace bra straining around her full tits. "Watch how I do this. I want you to remember it."

Her fingers slid behind her back, and the clasp gave with a snap. Her tits spilled out, heavy, nipples already hard. I leaned in and ran my tongue over one. She arched, letting out a quiet moan.

"Yeah... just like that. Don't rush. Take everything off me."

I pulled the blouse off her shoulders, then the skirt. The panties went last, sliding down her smooth thighs. Now she sat before me completely naked, except for those high heels still on her feet. Her hand reached for my zipper. Her fingers worked the belt, the fly, confident and quick. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and throbbing.

"Wow, you've gotten big," she purred, wrapping her hand around it. "I remember how you used to stare at me during meetings. And now I can suck you whenever I want."

She bent down and ran her tongue along the whole length, from base to tip. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, but not hard—just holding on. Her lips closed around me, wet and hot. She moved slowly, taking me deep, sometimes pulling off just to look up into my eyes.

"You want me right here?" she asked, breathless. "You want to fuck your old boss in the back of your car?"

"Yeah," I groaned. "I want you everywhere."

I pressed her back into the seat, spread her legs. Her pussy was already slick and glistening. I ran my fingers through her wet folds, found her clit, and started slow circles. Anna arched up, grabbing my shoulders.

"Put it in me... now."

I pressed the head against her entrance and pushed in slowly, so fucking slowly. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. We both moaned. I started to move, gentle at first, then deeper. The car rocked slightly. Her nails dug into my back.

"Harder, Max... fuck me harder," she gasped, wrapping her legs around me. "I haven't had a real cock in so long."

I sped up, slamming into her with sharp thrusts. Her tits bounced with every stroke. I leaned down, caught a nipple between my lips, and sucked hard. Anna cried out, her pussy starting to pulse around me.

Suddenly she shoved me in the chest, forcing me to sit up. She swung a leg over and straddled me, fast. Now she controlled the pace, dropping down onto my cock deep and hard. Her hands braced on my shoulders, hair wild around her face.

"I'm gonna come... right now..." she gasped, speeding up. Her body shuddered, her pussy clamping down hard around me. She screamed, head thrown back. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her.

I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her hips and drove in to the hilt. Hot cum burst out of me in thick, powerful jets, flooding her inside. We froze, panting, pressed tight against each other.

A minute later she leaned back, looked at me, and suddenly laughed. Light, bright—nothing like the way she laughed at work.

"Well, this is quite a reunion," she said, still sitting on me. My cock was slowly slipping out of her soaked pussy. "Haven't come like that in a long time."

I laughed too, running my palm along her damp thigh.

"Maybe we call a tow truck in the morning? Meanwhile... let's go again. Only this time, I want you from behind."

She leaned in, kissed me on the lips, and whispered:

"Cocky little shit... fine. But only if you tell me afterward what else you wanted to do to me all those years."

We both laughed again, and the night in that car only got hotter.