Karl slows to a stop

You were at your breaking point when you saw the car coming around the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief, standing to wave it over, but then your relief turned to horror as you realized two things.

First, that the car you'd waved down wasn't Aimee's convertible; it was another Audi, but was clearly a sedan.

Second, that you recognized the driver's smiling face as he looked back at you. You'd shaken his hand and accepted his job offer just minutes ago.

Karl slowed to a stop in front of the otherwise deserted bus stop and turned, greeting you, "Hey there Stefi, what's up? You need a ride home? We can talk about your new job, if you don't mind. I was just heading home."

You struggled to think of a response, then realized that anything longer than a couple words would reveal that you were almost incapacitated with need. Your best bet was short sentences.

"Yeah," you tried, smiling back at him, "that sounds great. One sex.. sec! One second I mean!" You flushed again, truly embarrassed but still frustratingly horny.

Aimee was nowhere to be seen, so you shrugged your purse back onto your shoulder and climbed into the car beside him. If Karl liked the close look he got at your cleavage as you sat down, he didn't say anything about it.

You gave him your address, pulling it up from your phone, and in seconds, your were driving.

"So are you looking forward to your first day tomorrow?" Karl asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "I know Julia will be thrilled to have some time off."

You giggled at that, remembering the overworked secretary who'd be sharing her duties with you.

*Julia was pretty, but you were definitely hotter.* Where had that thought come from?

"Yeah, I think Ameranth will be a lot of fun!" You replied.

"That's the spirit!" Karl agreed. "We'll be seeing a lot of each other, so I thought this might be a good chance to talk to you outside the interview. Those can be a bit stiff, you know?"

Your mouth watered when he said 'stiff' and you glanced down between his legs. Sure enough, his erection was only partially hidden by his leg. You blushed, but his eyes were still on the road.

What were you doing? All you needed to do was keep your libido in check for a few minutes, and then you'd be home. Get a grip!

Before you thought about it, the words were out of your mouth, "Totally! ...So Karl, is there a Mrs. Joseph?" Your voice had been innocent, but your blush certainly wasn't.

Karl seemed unfazed by the question, but smoothly replied with a professional tone, "Mrs. Ryder, are you *flirting* with me?" His erection had definitely grown.