The Chauffeur's Birthday Gift (Rennystyle x scribe_m)

[scribe_m]

Maxwell could hear the clack-clack of high heels on concrete, as he was preparing the limousine for the evening's clients. He had a thing for Olivia, her way black her, her perfect body. Although being a chauffeur for a high-class escort agency would be an enviable job, it was certainly look, but don't touch. However, it was his birthday, and he would be completing his degree soon. He enjoyed taking care of cars, he polished his courtesy towards clients and the escorts, and the eye-candy wasn't half bad.

He leaned over the hood of the car, giving it that final polish. Not a scratch in sight. He butt gave the sexy beautiful owner of those high heels a good view. As he stretched his arm back and forth over the car hood, his black uniformed slacks tightened and released over his nice, firm, butt.

None of the escorts was scheduled to leave soon, and he peeked a glace at the lovely lady approaching him. She wore a shimmery dress that hugged her form, and, yet again, pleased the eye.

"Well, hello," he smiled, turning to face her. "And what pleasure may I have to assist a beautiful young woman?"

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[RennyStyle]

"Maxell," Olivia smiled, "I'm glad I found you down here." She looked over the car, the black hood reflecting the shimmer off her black dress, "excellent work. You are good with your hands, aren't you?"

She grinned at him, then lightly patted his butt with her purse. "Do you think you can do something for me? I know the boss keeps these things under pretty close watch, and you're a good kid. You don't fudge numbers or mess with the books?"

Maxwell nodded.

"Well, I have a favor to ask you. See, a client contacted me, he wants a meeting right now. But off the books, you see? And I can't get there by myself, so I need you to drive me. It's not far, and I'll have you back before your next call-out. Can you do this for me?"

 

[scribe_m]

"Well...." trailed Maxwell, eyeing the lovely Olivia. "You're definitely a favorite of mine, and I'd love to drive you there, but they do track the cars, so I won't be able to just drive you there like I would normally do. But...." he raised his gloved hand to his lips, then took her by the hand to the male employee's locker room. He removed his chauffeur's coat and placed it his locker. "If I sneak you out in my own car, they won't notice us going out. I'll just say I was on break and return back. Here, wear my coat so they won't notice you." His coat was warm, of his smell and scent of his body. As he led her to the car, he said, "We'll need to pass the garage exit cameras. You'll need to put your head in my lap." While a most unusual situation, he savored the feeling of her body against his leg. The last thing he expected in approaching this beautiful woman was sneaking her out of the lot with her head resting against his thigh. As he quietly drove towards the exit, he couldn't help thinking about her luscious lipsticked lips so close to his manhood, involuntarily hardening to just the thought of her nearby, preparing herself to have sex with a special client. He wondered who it was, and if he would appreciate those lips kissing the tip of his cock, sliding down his shaft, licking and sucking his balls. His own hands wandered down her back, past the coat, exposing the lower part of her back in the sexy sensual backless dress she wore.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia got a thrill sneaking out of the garage hidden beneath Maxwell's coat. He drove carefully, but her head bobbed back and forth close to his erection. She could sense he was hard, but didn't act on it. He was driving carefully to keep her from jostling around, and even his hand on her back was pleasant and calming. But she was careful not to get lulled. She had a job to do and only a short window of time to do it.

"Maxwell, aren't you wondering where we're going?" She asked from beneath the coat. They were clear of the building and cameras, so she sat up, leaving a hand on his lap.

"Go to 14th and Lexington, there's a parking garage down there. Find a secluded space, all right?"

 

[scribe_m]

"Am I wondering?" Maxwell responded. Well, it was his birthday, but it wasn't unheard of that an escort moonlighted with a client. And it wasn't his to say. "Perhaps," he replied, enigmatically. He actually wasn't sure of any clients in the area where they parked, but it wasn't unheard of.

Maxwell found an indoor parking lot, and drove up a few levels until he found one with few cars. The parking area was reasonably lit, but still discrete enough to avoid traffic. No point getting a client caught with a young woman close to his residence. "We're here," he smiled to Olivia. "I'm sure you'll be making someone very happy this evening."

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia lazily smiled up at Maxwell from his lap. "You have no idea." She grinned at him and stayed in place. They spent a moment staring at each other's eyes until Olivia interrupted.

"Isn't my driver supposed to get the door for me?" Olivia asked. "You're acting awfully unprofessional, I think."

 

[scribe_m]

Maxwell smiled at the young woman. "Still... considering that we're not in our professions..." He continued his smile, then got out of the car, and walked to the other side. He looked at her, still beautiful, and opened the door. "I trust, even under these circumstances, your client will have a pleasant time?" He maintained his grace, despite his lack of uniform.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia smiled as she stepped out of the car. "My clients always have an excellent time. And I always act professional."

She reached out and hooked her finger under his collar and seductively pulled him towards the front of the car.

"And a good professional always treats her co-workers right, when they deserve it. It's your birthday today, isn't it?" She gently pushed him onto the hood of the car and stood in front of him.

 

[scribe_m]

Maxwell smiled back. "And how do you act with someone who's not your client? Do they have an even better time?"

He licked his lips as Olivia took him by the collar, finding him in front of the car. He leaned back on it, facing the lovely Olivia. He drank in her black shimmering dress, which held the curves of her body.

"Yes, it is definitely my birthday. And will you be treating me right, this evening," he replied, his eyes smoldering into hers.

 

[RennyStyle]

"I treat everyone right." Olivia smiled, closing in on him. She placed one foot on the bumper of the car, her crotch hovering mere inches above his lap.

She poured him a glass of champagne, then held it teasingly in front of him. She waited for him to reach out, then playfully pulled it back.

"You can't have a drink. You're driving." She cooed at him, then took a sip of it herself. "Mmmmm, tasty. You know what, I think you deserve just a little taste. It's your birthday."

She pulled one of the straps of her dress off of her shoulder and exposed one of her round breasts, her hard nipple practically pointing at him. She dipped a finger into the glass and the swirled the champagne around the nipple.

"Go ahead. See what you think."

 

[scribe_m]

Maxwell could almost smell the bubbles of the champagne from the fluted glass, but preferred the scent of Olivia more. He smiled, as he leaned forward to take one of Oliva's breasts. "Tastes delicious..." he said, licking her, then flicking his tongue against her nipple. He then nibbled into it, biting it just a little, playfully, before sucking it, gently at first, than more deeply, letting him savor the firmness. His other hand pulled up her skirt, sliding up her thigh, feeling her soft smooth skin. He murmured then moaned, lightly, into her breast, as he felt her wonderful ass. He then lifted his head up, and smiled, kissing her, sharing himself with her.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia kissed Maxwell back, swirling her tongue around his, tasting the champagne but focusing more on him. She moaned as she felt his hand squeeze her firm ass, and her arm reached down to force him to squeeze harder. When he did, she squealed and held his face, kissing him until he felt like he needed air.

She leaned backwards, breaking the kiss and letting Maxwell see her exposed breast. She smiled at him, then removed the other dress strap and began peeling the dress downwards. Her hard nipples stood out, and her hands gently explored down her firm stomach.

"So, Maxwell, you have an astounding car beneath you. The question is, which of us should be mounted on top of it?"