if she wants to

I glance at Greta's brown eyes as her fingers grip my cock through the fabric of my overalls. "If you want to," I nod.

Immediately, she unzips the left side of my overalls just enough to reveal my hardening member. She moves towards me from the driver's seat, with her knees resting on the small space beside the stick shift. She gingerly grasps my balls while moistening my cockhead with her tongue.

I enjoy the sight of her ginger head bobbing up and down as my cock moves deeper into her mouth. I slowly unzip the top of her overalls to reveal her large luscious boobs. I cup her right boob, giving the nipple a sight squeeze.

She reacts with a muffled groan and squeezes her left boob instinctively. I sense the pressure building up at the base of my rod as I feel my cockhead enter the tightness of her throat.

Unable to control myself any longer, I release load after load into her mouth, while I unmindfully push my cock further into her throat. She gags as tears well in her eyes. "Sorry," I say, as I pull out slightly.

She just grins as she licks my cock clean. The sight of her cum-stained face licking my cock sends my blood flowing back into my flaccid member. "You're insatiable," she says, as she unzips her overalls completely. I notice that her lace bikini, which she quickly takes off, is glistening with the wetness of her juices. She wipes her face clean with her bikini, and straddles me.

My cock slides quickly into her warm hole as she grasps my shoulders for support. I place my hands on her waist as we begin the next set of rhythmic pounding. The thought of fucking a woman I just met-- and one with the proportions of a model-- sends my cock into its most attentive state.

The grip of Greta on my shoulders suddenly become painful as she screams, "Yesssss!" I then feel the warmth of her juices soaking my cock as it continually pounds into her hole, which sends me to the point of no return. I spurt a couple of loads into her before I feel totally spent. She collapses onto me as I feel another warm gush of her fluids. I reach around me for support and grasp what appears to be a lever, which I unknowingly disengage. As I relish the afterglow, I suddenly realize that the vehicle is slowly moving backwards. "Oh, no!" Greta screams, as we are jolted by a sudden crashing from behind and the sound of alarms.

We hastily disengage as the sound of hurried footsteps approaches and the door on the driver's side is suddenly wrenched open. "Take a look at what you've both done!" Linda shouts. No time for modesty, we quickly disembark from the vehicle in our state of undress and haphazardly dress up as we approach the rear. The delivery truck we were on had collided with another delivery truck behind it. Damages amounted to bumper dents and a broken headlight. "Both of you will pay for the damages," Linda says, trying to suppress the anger in her voice. "John, you're fired! And Greta, you're supposed to know better, as you've been with this unit for almost two years. I'll be charging the damages to your account, and you're also fired!"

Linda leaves us speechless as she hurries back to her office. I follow her, unsure of what to say. "Linda, please. Don't fire Greta. It was all my fault.... She kept telling me it wasn't right to do it then and there, but... but I guess our... my hormones overpowered my reason."

"Your hormones?" Linda retorts, as she stops walking and faces me. "Wait till Doe hears about this!"

"Please don't let Doe know about this," I plead. "I promise I'll find a way to pay for the damages."

"You're jobless! How can you pay?" Linda shoots back.

"I'll find another job," I say, trying to sound reassuring.

"But I won't give you any recommendations," she says firmly.

"I don't deserve any," I reply with regret.

After some thought, Linda finally says, "Okay, I won't fire Greta, but I'll have to let Doe know about this. What happens to your relationship is up to her. Bye!"

I proceed to the locker room to return my overalls and change back into my old clothes. As I am about to leave, Greta enters the room. "I'm really sorry John, this is all my fault. I really was missing some cock... and didn't realize it would lead to this." She proceeds to hug me in a tight embrace, as tears roll down her cheeks. "You didn't have to lie to save my job."

"I didn't lie," I reply. "I accidentally disengaged the hand break. It was really my fault."

"Whatever," she says, giving me a sloppy kiss on the lips. "I started it, so I'm also at fault.... So, where do you intend to go?"

"I don't know. But I could check the net for jobs," I reply with some uncertainty.

"Well, my roommate works in a pizza shop. I could ask her if they have an opening."

"Okay, let me know," I say, as we exchange numbers.

"Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything," she says, squeezing my cock through my jeans.

I exit the building and walk aimlessly down the street. As I round the corner, I spot a sign that read, "Immediate Hiring". I walk in the direction of the arrow below the sign and come across the main entrance to a publishing company.

As I enter the building, a man with graying hair meets me. "What can I do for you, son?" he asks.

"Do you have any job opening?" I ask. "I noticed the sign outside...."

"Here, take a seat," he says pointing to a row of chairs. I choose the nearest one as he pulls another chair in front of me. "Well, what skills do you have? Do you have experience using any desktop publishing software?"

I shake my head. "My experience is in engineering design and graphics software, but I can learn quickly."

"Well, well. You could be in the creative department... designing book covers... making illustrations.... Would you be comfortable with a job like that?"

Just then my phone rings. "Excuse me," I say. "I have to take this." He nods as I put the phone over my left ear.

I immediately hear Greta's excited voice. "John, my roommate just texted me. The pizza shop has an opening. It's not much but at least you have somewhere to start..."

"What's it about?" I ask.

"Would you be willing to drive a motorcycle and deliver pizza? She's already told the manager that you might be interested. They need your confirmation!"