Take Wendy to his place.

Jeff reached for his phone and quickly started texting. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Wendy said suspiciously. She started feeling really uptight about her fellow passenger. “I’m just sending a text to my dad. I’m gonna be late coming home and was planning to have dinner with him later. I got to let him know, don’t I?” He got away with the lie, sending a message to his driver to just drive them home.

“You know, it’s gonna be awhile before we reach the hotel. Might as well have a drink.” Jeff opened the cooler back up to take out a beer. “I’ve got more than just beer. There’s some wine, whiskey and some other stuff in there, too.” It has been a while since Wendy has drunk a nice glass of wine and how can she pass a free drink? “ Ugh fine. Just… give me a glass and a bottle of wine. Might as well enjoy this while I can.” She never accepts free drinks from men trying to impress her, but today is an exception. Jeff smiled a bit, trying his best to hide it with a few sips from his beer.

About thirty minutes into their drinking session, Wendy had a bit more than she bargained for. She hasn’t had better tasting wine in a long time, so how could she resist having another glass….or two? Wendy never was a sloppy or mad drunk, but she was one that gets a bit more sluttier than normal, much like her early partying days in Chicago. And this started to show.

Wendy started inching closer towards the young man, smiling with a sensual look. She pulled down the towel a bit, giving Jeff a better look at the expanse of her monstrous milkers. She giggled a bit when she saw his now raging boner in his shorts. Now the fun was about to start.