To Home

You walk through the office, feeling like you're seeing it for the first time. Most of them are still strangers, but they're getting vaguely familiar. Then again, you're a stranger to them too. You're just the new secretary hire, most of them haven't had a single conversation with you.

An exception approaches you.

"Jane!" Wendy exclaims, happy to see you but slightly worried, "I don't know if you saw, but Ray asked me to..."

"Yes, I got the delivery. Thank you very much for that. It was invaluable." It was. True, at this stage you may as well walk through the office in the latex dress, but it would probably raise more questions then you'd care to answer.

"Oh, good, I didn't see you when I dropped it off."

"Yes, I was hiding behind the desk when you came in," you bluntly respond.

Wendy's eyes go wide. She opens her mouth to say something, hesitates, and then seems to change their mind "Well, as long as you got the clothes and all is good."

"Yes, all is good. Thank you again. Now if you'll excuse me..." you gesture your path past her

"Ah, you're busy, let me know if you need any help."

You walk by her, into the elevator and down to the ground floor. You take out your phone.

"EDNA, I need a lift home."

"Jane, you are not yet finished your work day. Leaving early can impact your long term career prospects."

"Ray let me take the rest of the day off."

"Understood. What is the status of your relationship with Raymond Teller."

"He really wants me, as a girlfriend and as an employee."

"Being highly valued is important in both professional careers and relationships."

"I suppose so...."

By this stage you were through the glass front doors of the building and out of the corner of your eye you see an approaching taxi on the street. It seems too far away but you give a vague effort of waving the taxi down using your hand with the bag in it.

To your surprise, the taxi veers across the lanes and stops on the street in front of you.

Thankful for this, you now try to navigate the office steps with a phone in one hand, a bag in the other, a purse on your shoulder, with heeled boots and a bad ankle. You hope the driver is patient enough to wait for you.

Instead, the taxi driver is out of cab and joins you at the top of the steps!

"Evening Miss! Let me help you with that."

You let him take your bag and when he offers an arm, you take it as a way to keep your balance while you walk down the steps. You reach the taxi and he opens the door for you, putting your bag in the footwell and guiding you into the seat, even closing the door after you. Soon he's back in the drivers seat beside you.

"Thank you," you say, genuinely.

"Always happy to help a lady in need."

This was your life now, you may as well enjoy the perks.

The car pulls out and he asks you for a destination. You feel awkward as you have to ask EDNA for your home address, but the driver seems to know the destination when he hears it.

You lean back and sigh. Your tummy rumbles, and you can still feel arousal. Going home was definitely the best option. Whatever the rest of the workday or Ray would throw at you, you weren't up for it.

"So, you work in Earnest Lumber?"

You frown, you've no ill will towards the taxi driver, but don't really feel like small talk. "Yes."

"Oh, must be a bit hard... Being an attractive woman in an old fashioned male company like that?"

"Oh it is, just finished giving my first blowjob."

The driver started and nearly crashed the car. "...what?"

"Blowjob. You know, a man's penis in my mouth?"

"I...." the man spluttered. He had the good sense not to speak more while he regathered his thoughts and steadied his driving. "Well, um, how did that come about?"

"Well, there are a lot of messy details. But the simple put: a man wanted a blowjob, so I gave him one."

The driver glances at you with surprise, "Oh well that's... quite nice... able to ask a nice woman for a blowjob and she'll oblige?"

"Well.. no point overcomplicating things." you say with weary resignation.

The driver nods, "Well..." he starts. There seems to be silence for a moment. Maybe being so forward with him had helped silence him, which was good for now as far as you were concerned. "I mean I would very much like a blowjob from you if you're offering."

You roll your eyes hard. "I've just given one, I'm not up another one right after."

The man chuckles, "Heh, don't suppose you'd settle for a handjob?"

You pause and turn to face him. Once more a path opened up before you, and while you could put up token resistance, you were resigned to follow it. "Okay, but make the taxi fare free."

The man's eyes bulge, though he keeps better control of the car this time around. "Are you genuine? I mean, I don't mind a bit of joking and banter."

"Look, it's your decision. Stop somewhere quiet or just bring me home!"

The guy is silent for a bit and you rest back in the chair. Soon you notice him turning into a smaller, quiet alley and you know what he decided. Soon he's parked in a gap between building with nobody in a direct line of sight.

"I eat lunch here sometimes, so I know it's quiet. Now on some of the days you need to watch out for... hey!" Your hand is already on his pants, trying to get them undone. "Hey I can do that," your hand moves back as he unbuckles his belt, opens his pants and reveals his already tented boxers.

You reach your hand forward again. "Wait a second," he protests and reaches over to your side. For a second you think he's going to stimulate you in return, but then he just opens the glove compartment. A bunch of tissues and a bottle of clear liquid are revealed. "Lubrication," he explains. You raise your eyebrows, but let him apply it to your hand. He then puts a nest of tissues around his penis that he now frees from his boxers. When he nods confirmation in your direction, you reach forward and grab his penis with your lubricated hand that still sports feminine red nails.

It's definitely easier than a blowjob, you just need to move your hand around in the right way and the slick lubrication makes it easier. You try to think of your own masturbation in the past and tricks you used to aid you. Just thinking of them gave you a surge of arousal, but this wasn't about you sadly. Instead, you focused on getting the driver off as quickly as you could. You rubbed your hand up and down his shaft, teased the tip, cupped his balls for good, even massaged his crotch area. You keep the action one handed, feeling you didn't owe him more than that.

And he's certainly not complaining. Right from the start he's so overwhlemed he can do nothing but lower the seat back and groan and exhale in pleasure. A complete lightweight. Ray took far more effort and a blowjob to get this aroused, but then you remember you accidentally gave Ray a handjob this morning. This driver was probably more pent up. A fact that's convenient to you as you keep rubbing and teasing.

It's getting harder, you can feel the throbbing building. His moans and grunts get faster. You speed up your action, try extra hard and...

...success. White semen bursts out of the tip like a fountain... damn, how much was the guy holding in? The guy moans with each extra surge and exalts in pleasure. You withdraw your hand, cleaning it up with the spare tissue paper as the man is continue to enjoy the lingering pleasure as his penis gradually finishes its spurts.

He rests back with a few minutes. You use the time to clean the remainder of semen and lubricant from your hand.

"That was something! I can't believe... that was amazing," he says, and thankfully not much more.

"I'm glad you liked it, now can you please drive me home," you state, frustrated that another thing in your life had a unnecessary detour.

"Right."

He needs another few minutes to clean up himself and tidy away the soiled tissues in a bag. Then he starts the car.

The drive back to the house is thankfully quiet. You take the opportunity to reflect on things in general, but you mind is pulled back to the handjob.

Was what you did cheating on Ray? It could be... but what was your relationship with Ray based on? Reckless sexual acts, no actual substance or trust, no explicit or implied promises. You've only known him a few days even if EDNA says he's your boyfriend. It might be different if the relationship developed over the next few weeks... You shake your head, whatever this day has thrown at you, you're not ready to even being exploring that potential prospect. Keep it simple for now.

The driver drops you off at the house before you realise you're there. You've really gotta start memorising this environment more. He opens the passenger door for you and helpfully gives you more assistance to the door. You're not sure if he noticed your limp but his help is still appreciated. After entering the front door that unlocked on your approach, and noticing him place the bag inside, you turn to face him.

"My card," he proffers to you a small cardboard rectangle with a hopeful expression on his face. "It's got my number on it if you want to get another taxi... or any other reason you."

You stare at the card, realising you never heard the driver verbally state his name.

"If it's all the same to you, keep the card. I'd prefer to just leave it to fate whether we meet again." You don't want to be rude, but you are beyond being polite.

He keeps the card held up for a moment longer before pocketing it. There may be an edge of disappointment, but he shows appreciate (just as well, given what you'd given him). "Well thank you anyway. I... sadly don't have many trips like that, but I'm glad I did. I hope we meet again sometimes! Whether we do something as exciting as that or even something far more mundane.... like coffee!"

You just don't respond. You don't have any energy left to spend on this guy. At least he's polite and you got a free taxi ride out of it.

The man nods again, and with another goodbye, he leaves. You watch him take a few steps then shut the front door.

You turn and face the magnificent house. You're finally home.