More Perfume

Almost as if on autopilot Marilyn excused herself from Leo, walked to the bathroom and then when inside she reached into her designer handbag, pulled out the perfume and spritzed herself again.

The aroma filled her nostrils as her entire body seemed to react at once. The latest blast from the perfume again made Marilyn’s entire body feel warm.

The moment was interrupted though when Marilyn noticed her phone buzzing inside the handbag. She pulled it out and was surprised to see a notification telling her that her Uber driver was near.

Marilyn didn’t remember getting an Uber though she vaguely recalled telling herself that she should plan on one so that she didn’t make any bad driving decisions on the night.

The 41-year-old groaned at her own forethought. She couldn’t even be spontaneous anymore. Everything was on a schedule. Such was life when she made raising her children a priority and watched as her husband left with his executive assistant.

Not wanting to pay the fee or risk a bad rating Marilyn decided she’d call it a night and take the Uber home. She left the bar bathroom and headed for the front door, deciding against informing Leo of her plans. Another night home alone for Marilyn.

The blonde beauty watched as a 2012 Nissan Juke pulled up. She checked her app. The car match. The license plate matched and her driver, Randy per the app, rolled down the window and asked if she was Marilyn.

As much as she wished she wasn’t in fact Marilyn that moment, she nodded and opened the back seat of the car and climbed in to the bench seat.

The harsh smell of body odor, fast food and stale air hit her immediately. She gagged.

“Everything OK, Marilyn?” Randy called back.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Let’s just get going.”

Randy murmured a confirmation, said her address and didn’t wait for confirmation.

As the Juke pulled away Marilyn remembered her Moonlit Desire in the purse. She craved the smell more than anything now that she was in the confines of Randy’s car, where the AC pumped out the same stale recirculated air.

Two more spritzes and she felt her mind and body soak in the smell. It was as if she had submerged herself in warm water as she felt the heat start in her toes and work its way up to her head.

The latest blasts seemed to push her body into an even more relaxed state, as she felt herself slide into the bench seat and finally let the rigidity of her form loosen.

As her body relaxed she also felt her mind begin to dance to the sensation of the warmth that overcame her. She was mentally back at the bar, hearing the pulsing music, dancing with Leo.

Inside her mind she felt his hips grinding against her backside as the pushed together as people moved by them, his hands on her hip and the small of her back, while her hands reached behind her to scoop his neck and pull him down next to her.

In the Uber with her eyes closed Marilyn began running her actual hands across her own cocktail dress, working up from her side across her stomach before settling on her breasts as she let loose a contented sigh.

Reaching inside the top of her dress Marilyn began to gently caress her bra enclosed breasts, lightly squeezing the black push up bra.

After a couple open and close motions her right hand let go and reached across her left shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress away, before reaching over to the right side and doing the same. The top of the dress fell down her sides before catching on her bra. Just as deftly her hand pulled one side and then other inching it below her exquisite rack.

Leo’s hands were now caressing her inside this trance, as she felt his hips, his member push into her backside from behind, while his soft hands moved up her hips and her now just below her hips.

Marilyn dreamt of Leo’s thumbs slipping up and down the sides of her breasts, slowly teasing her for where they might land next.

Back in the car with the top of the dress now out of the way Marilyn’s hands had begun playing with her breasts again, but this time pulling the flesh from the enclosed casing of the bra, exposing her nipples to the open air.

Marilyn tweaked both of her nipples while arching back. Another contented sigh — or was this a moan — seemed to escape her lips.

Now her body position had changed as Marilyn began slumping to the side and lifted her left leg up, spreading her knees wide as the cocktail dress fell back toward her stomach and off her thighs.

With her right hand Marilyn began searching south while her left hand gently caressed her own nipple.

Leo’s hands were all over Marilyn in the trance, squeezing, searching, prodding, pulling, as she felt him gently smash her large breasts together from the side before working the palms to the front and applying pressure to the sensitive nipples.

Marilyn gasped in her dream as Leo let go but then out of nowhere lifted the back of her dress and his unseen hand rested first on her ass, then traced upwards and worked around her hips slowly, sliding his soft skin against hers, slightly turning his fingers in and dragging them along her waist.

Inside the back of the Nissan Juke Marilyn’s fingers had found her own lips were now pushing inside, searching, probing and pumping. Each invasive digit caused the woman to moan in pleasure.

Marilyn felt her body on fire. The warmth having graduated. She was burning up and could feel the small sweat beads begin to form at the top of her face.

Inside her mind Leo had pulled down her panties, spread her legs and was just about to enter her from behind when the backseat door opened.

“Uh. We are here Ms.”

Pulled back to reality Marilyn opened her eyes and saw Randy, her Uber driver was looking down at her. The woman’s breasts were on full display, her black thong down to her knees while her right hand had just stopped cold turkey as she was defiling herself.

The, as Randy noted, natural blonde clamped her knees shut as she peered forward at her driver and now witness to Marilyn succumbing to her most primal needs.

Randy was a well overweight, middle aged man with a two-week stubble on his face, unkept hair and was currently sporting a fashion look that consisted of a red plaid flannel untucked laying over a pair of dark grey sweat pants which were tucked inside a pair of basketball shoes.

Marilyn noted the urge still in her body. Despite the very real juices spilled on the backseat of Randy’s Juke, the pent up mother still had an urge to fill.

But with this putz?

Choice 1: She wasn’t that ****. All Randy was getting tonight was an inadvertent show.

Choice 2: Invite Randy inside and see if he can pick up with her fingers left off.

Choice 3: More perfume