Tony Takes Me Home - Sex Stories

Tony Takes Me Home

"Well, that's me done for another day. Coming, Diane?" I looked at Cindy with a vacant expression, lost in my indecision. The double-entendre of her last remark was not lost on me. And in a way, it kind of helped me make up my mind. "Soon, I hope. See you tomorrow." She grabbed her coat and bag and left while I pretended to busy myself with something on my screen. Then I switched off the computer and slowly made my way out into the forecourt, just in time to see Tony coming out of the entrance to the Parts Department. He smiled when he saw me, and signalled me to follow him to his car. Like a moth to a flame, I moved instinctively, unaware of my surroundings. My heart beat like a drum inside my chest, but the stirrings in my knickerless loins drove me onwards. He unlocked his Jaguar, and nodded to me to get in. I made a quick sweep of the car park to see if anyone was looking, then opened the door and quickly sunk into the luxurious leather seats. The coolness of the leather came as a shock to my naked nethers, and I involuntarily gasped. Tony looked at me with a mixture of confidence and a wry grin of satisfaction. We exchanged some small talk as we buckled in, and then he pulled out into the main road. Traffic was annoyingly busy, and we stopped in a queue about a mile from work. Tony took the opportunity to look me up and down before he spoke. "Before we get to my place, are you sure you want to go through with this, Diane? I will understand if you've changed your ...

... mind." I turned towards him, taking a sly glance at his crotch as my eyes moved to his face. I appreciated his concern, but I knew that I just had to find out for real. After all, I didn't want to have have thrown away a perfectly good pair of knickers if it wasn't! Plus, if he really was as big as Cindy said, then I would never forgive myself for not jumping at this chance to find out once and for all. "Yes, Tony, I'm sure. I just want to see if what I've been told is true." Although I spoke with confidence, I could feel my face reddening. "And what have you been told?" he asked, a sly smile on his face. "Well, my friend tells me that you're well endowed, and what you said in the rest room has made me curious. So yes, I want to know if it's true. That's all." I was amazed at myself with this little speech, but I felt empowered. Yes, I was in his Jag. Yes, I was curious to see if he had a big cock, but now the onus was on him to prove it. I felt myself go a little moist as I realised the 'naughtiness' of what we were doing. He smiled as he turned back to drive. The traffic moved maddeningly slowly, and it seemed to take forever to get to his place. As he drove, he asked me if I'd seen many 'well-endowed' men before, and I said I hadn't. He questioned me further, asking what the biggest I'd seen, and so on. I replied candidly, and I felt the seat below my bare cunny start to warm up even more. I thought I'd shock him by saying the word 'cock' first, but it didn't even ruffle him. ...