The sibilance in her voice echoes around the underground office car park as she furtively glances over the row of vehicles either side of her black Lexus. “Seriously? Here? Now?”I reach out and tuck a stray tawny lock behind her ear. Lean in close enough to brush the swell of her chest from the low-cut, two-tone dress, and growl, “Panties. I won’t ask again.””But I’m… It’s nearly five…””You should hurry then. I need you to see what your scent does to me.”She exhales. Focuses on the currently dormant elevator in the far corner. “Fuck.”With another rapid glance around the currently deserted space, Tabby perches against the car, reaches under her figure-hugging dress and tugs mauve panties down. Cheeks flushed, she hands the wisp of lace over, Anadolu Yakası Escort our fingertips connecting.She breathes in. “I want them back. I’m practically naked!”I say nothing. Make sure she watches as I bring the material to my nose.”God,” she whispers. “That’s so fucking exciting.”I draw a lungful of her arousal, pupils dilating and breath quickening at the rising hunger filtering through me. Her attention darts between my eyes and rapidly bulging crotch, snared in the moment as I harden further with each sniff. When I extend my tongue and trace it up the central gusset, her mouth drops open.My low moan bounces off the concrete pillars. A fluorescent tube flickers in the next row above an Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan SUV. “Want to see the full effect?””God yes.” She nods after glancing to the elevator again. “Please.”With my free hand I unzip, firm outline obvious in my underwear. Our attention centres on the wet spot that’s already formed. I pull the waistband material out and over my length, cock bobbing into view between shirttails.Tabby reaches out to touch me, but I stop her with a glare. She whines. “Fuuuck. I want!”Instead, I encase my thick shaft in my fist and jack it, the head popping out obscenely with every stroke, further wetness forming each time. Her gaze again flits between my irises and cock, drinking Escort Anadolu Yakası me in as I roll my palm over the flared end, collecting pre-come that I smear over the full length.Micro adjustments to the position of her panties reveal intoxicating scent variations. I surge as each part of the juicy map infects me, the soft shlick of sticky skin in my grip magnified in the cavernous space. “Fuck,” I spit. “I want you so much.””Jesus. This is torture.”I pump myself faster with each inhalation, the musky scent of her trapped heat tearing through me, veins fizzing with desire.My teeth grind as I growl again, “Wanna see what your curves do to me every fucking day? At that desk in your tight clothes I can practically see through.” I breathe in sharply. “You’re a filthy cocktease, Tabitha.”I’ve spent enough stolen nights with her ‘working late’ to know what’ll turn her on immeasurably. Using her Sunday name is just one. I rub the sticky gusset of her underwear over the inside of my wedding band, the vows it represents swamped by immediacy, and hold my palm out for her to nuzzle.