Celeste's car

The staff and customers all tried to answer at once, but when you manage to get them to talk one at a time, it turns out that the older blonde customer who had just entered and Tricia herself were the only ones who had cars with them today.

"What's your name?" you ask the customer.

"Celeste Derwent", said the mature woman nervously. She still sat on the bench awaiting her haircut having missed out on all the action where everyone else in the shop was involved in a sexual act apart from her. You feel that her hair looks pretty good already. Blonde shoulder length and well-styled. It wouldn't be a disaster for her to miss this appointment.

"Come on Celeste. Let's go!" you say and jump up, grab her by the hand and head for the door.

You pause and let her lead you to a silver SUV. Not bad! you think and climb in.

She looks nervous as she gets into the driver's seat and buckles up.

The clock on the dash says 10.24am. A bit early to meet Cora & Juliet, and you've just de-jizzed yourself at the salon. Maybe you should kill some time.

"Ok. Tell me about yourself!" you say turning to face Celeste without asking her to drive anywhere.

The little blonde shrinks into her seat, "What?" she queries.

"Tell me about you! Married? Kids? Job, hopes, interests. all that sort of stuff".

"Oh... ok. I", she paused then her eyes bulged as she realized you had twisted round in your seat to face her, but, she had been given an instruction. "I'm Celeste Derwent, divorced for 3 years." she started

You begin unhurriedly unbuttoning her plain green satin blouse. She looks down at your hands in distress but carries on. "I'm 41 and I have 2 kids. Emily who's 18 and Josh, 13. I", she paused as you slip your hands inside her bra cups. Her hands lift up as if she wanted to do something but she can't hit you or grab your wrists, so they just flap at her side as you knead her respectably sized boob flesh "I work as a legal assistant in town part-time."

"Ok", you say rubbing her nipples with your thumbs, "What else?"

"Um," she screws her eyes shut, "I like sci-fi and horror novels and films. Ah. Em, Comedy too sometimes if I'm, ah, eh, in the mood. Emm, I like reggae music and I play guitar but just on my own. Uh, not in a band or anything".

"Great", you say, twisting her nipples. "Celeste. Are you enjoying this?"

"Uh, no. I'm sorry. I'm a little scared", she squeaked.

"Ok lets change that then. Don't be scared Celeste!"

Suddenly her expression changed. and she relaxed a little. You continue to play with her nipples.

Your cock is erect again, but you try hard to ignore it. If you fucked this soccer mom here so soon after your stint at the salon, you would be of no use to Cora or Juliet.

"Celeste"?

"Yes"?

"Find it very sensual, erotic and pleasurable when I play with your nipples"

"Huh!?" she said, then her eyes widened. "Oh! Oh my!!!!" she squealed.

You release her left tit and drop your left hand to her tight denims and slide it forcefully along her inner thighs till you hit her crotch, then push hard against her pussy and try out the word that was fast becoming your newest super-power, "Orgasm!" you whisper closely into her ear.

"Eeeeeee!" she screamed her back arching in her seat. "Uh! Oh my! Oh fuck!!!" she yelled. "Yes!!! Oh yes!"

A minute later you can feel the dampness through her denims between her legs and her convulsions were subsiding. The noise volume was abating too. You retrieve your hands, sat up and buckled your seat-belt.

Satisfied with your entertainment, you turn the radio on. 80s stuff. Fuck-sake!. Oh well. "Take me to town Celeste!" you instructed as a power ballad failed to inspire. You are after all the One and fucking Only!