" My best friend Celine. A high-profiled freelance writer. Blond, fine featured, and legs that go on forever - especially if she decided to wear the t...wering stilettos she so favors. I had pretty much stopped socializing and became a hermit, living in sweats and the rags I wear into my workshop. On this particular day, there was a hole in the knee of my pants and black grease smudges on my over-sized tee. She marched in, perfume wafting past me as I closed the door, and sat down at my kitchen. When I asked her the reason she told she had certain domestic issues to settle.The next day she came to office wearing her same blue low neck salwar she wore for interview.I was frequently going to her that day making silly reasons just to see her valley which she did not try to cover(She used to cover earlier).After 5 when all the staffs had gone I found that she had not gone and she told her leaving colleques that she had a few more calls to make,hence they need not wait for her.I was. I felt a hand against my belt as she pulled it open and my zipper down. Lisa giggled with a sexy smile “let me see the goods” as she dropped down to remove my trousers. “Oh,” she whispered not expecting something already growing hard, “So this is what a cock should look like”. The feeling of a woman you about to fuck touching you in this way is pure magic. I let her play for a short while as the situation was electrically charged, Lisa mentioning the dream had turned the heat up full. I bent. Julie was wearing a long silver dress and had quite a lot to drink, we had about a 1 hour drive home and it was about 2am.As soon as we got in the car Julie took off her shoes and pushed the passenger seat back and adjusted the back of the seat to nearly horizontal.I began to drive and she lifted her feet up resting them on the dashboard.I waited a few minutes, then put my hand on her knee, moving it slowly in short lines up and down her inner leg, gradually moving further up her leg.She opened.