Jay heads inside

It’s only when I’m spent and let go of her hair as my hand falls away from her ass that she eases off my dick and sits upright. She licks her lips and looks at me with glassy, satisfied eyes.

“Damn,” she sighs then chuckles.

“’Damn’ what?” I ask, watching her pop open the glovebox and fishing out a napkin from a small stash inside of it.

“I was really trying to get you to finish before you made it home,” she chuckles, wiping the corners of her mouth. “I don’t know why, but I wanted you to cum while you were still having to drive.”

“Yeah, well, I may have wrecked your car if you did that,” I snort, and chuckle along with her.

It’s not until I lean back again to try and take a second, that I notice Sadie. The cute red-headed leasing girl from the office is standing in front of the car, staring at us with her mouth hanging open.

“What?” Sofia asks, noticing my eyes pop out of my head as I tense up.

Sofia follows my gaze, sees Sadie, and lets out her own uncomfortable, breathy laugh.

“Oh wow,” she murmurs, pressing a hand to her chest like she’s trying to steady her heart. “I wonder how much of a show she just got.”

I’m still half-dazed with my pants undone, when Sadie turns and starts to walk away. “I’m guessing she probably got a pretty good view of your ass in my hand as it practically bobbed with your head,” I mutter, feeling my cheeks go red at the thought of the next time I’ve got to interact with her. “And… you know, everything else. Like you sitting up from having your head buried in my lap.”

We both watch her speed-walking away toward the leasing office without saying a word to us. Her signature ponytail swings back and forth with every hurried step, as if she can outrun what she just witnessed.

Sofia watches her go, then lets out another quiet laugh, sounding maybe more embarrassed than amused.

“Well,” she says, lifting her butt up and reaching under her dress to fix her panties, “that’s one way to make an impression on the neighbors.”

I rub a hand over my face. “Yeah. Pretty sure my next conversation with the office is going to be a little bit awkward. Or I’m getting evicted for public indecency.”

She shakes her head, smiling despite the flush creeping up her neck too. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she says comfortingly. “And hey, who knows, maybe your stock will go up around here if word gets out.” She gives a small shrug, making every attempt to laugh off the situation. “There’s nothing we can do about it now. She saw what she saw.”

I manage a weak laugh. “Great. I’ll be the guy getting head in the parking lot. That’s my legacy.”

“Could be worse legacies,” she points out with a grin. “At least it was from a hot older woman in an expensive car. That’s gotta be a positive, right?”

I glance at her and chuckle because she’s not wrong. Then I turn, nodding toward my building.

“You wanna come up?” I ask. “Coffee? Water?”

She smiles but shakes her head.

“Thank you for the offer,” she says politely, “but no thanks. I really do need to get home to Marisol and the boys. I’m pretty sure I’ll have some explaining to do after this morning.”

I nod, not wanting to push her at all. “Yeah. I suppose so.”

She looks down, unbuckles her seat belt, and reaches for her door handle at the same moment I reach for mine. We both climb out, and the lot is pretty quiet with no one else around to have seen us. We meet on the sidewalk between the parking spot and the building. Sofia steps close, wraps her arms around my waist in a quick hug, pressing her cheek to my chest for a second. I hug her back, still not fully believing everything that’s happened.

She pulls back, looks up at me, then rises on her toes and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

Her eyes widen the instant she realizes what she just did. She covers her mouth with her fingers, and an apologetic look crosses her face.

“Shit,” she whispers. “Sorry. I forgot I just…”

I grin, still a little dazed from my last orgasm, which is already the third one since waking up. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

She drops her hand and shakes her head at herself. “Text me later,” she says with a smile. “Or whenever. I didn’t mean later as in it has to be today. I meant… Ugh. Bye!” she says, suddenly flustered by herself, which is endearing to see.

“I will,” I promise, grinning at the way she’s suddenly acting.

“Okay then…” she says, looking away bashfully. “I really do need to get home to Marisol. Figure out the damage control,” she says with an incredulous “ha” of a laugh as she gives my hand one last squeeze, then turns and walks back toward the driver’s side.

“For what it’s worth, thank you for my birthday. And you look beautiful,” I say honestly, watching her go and the swish of her hips making the sundress sway around her thighs with every step. It draws my attention to the perfect curve of her ass shifting under the thin fabric. It’s hypnotic.

She glances back and rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she tells me for the second time, opening the door and sliding in.

The engine starts, she gives one last wave, then backs out of the spot and pulls away. I stand there on the sidewalk, stuffing my hands in my pockets, watching the black Range Rover disappear around the corner.

Then it’s just me. I finally turn and head inside, glancing around as I make sure my fly is fully zipped back up. I’m going to be replaying every second of last night and this morning in my head for the rest of my life. I still say: Best. Birthday. Ever.

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