Kinky Carla - Part 1 “Post-Christmas Party I - Sex Stories

Kinky Carla - Part 1 “Post-Christmas Party I

Our office Christmas party is legendary in our building, complete with catered food and a bartender. This year was no exception. I guess the typical office party winds down at about noon, since the employees prefer to pursue more personal things on the afternoon of Christmas eve. By the time the party was over, most of the building was empty. By the time I reached the parking garage, very few cars were still there. As I moved to my driver’s door, I heard sounds coming from the car parked next to me. With my curiosity now piqued, I approached the car to investigate the source of the sounds. I was concerned because I could hear a woman’s voice, interspersed with soft moans. My first thought was that a woman might be experiencing a medical problem. I could not see anyone in the car, until I looked through the back passenger window. My vision was obscured a bit because of a reflection on the window. I adjusted my position to cure the problem. At first, all I could make out was a woman lying on her back. One of her legs was d****d over the console between the two front seats. I soon realized that there was a guy lying on top of her. I wondered whether she was being attacked – or worse – actually being ****d. A possible **** entered my mind, because I could now see that the guy had his pants pulled down to just below his knees. I wondered whether I should attempt to stop him or call for help. My concern was soon dismissed, because I could now make out what the woman was ...

... saying.“Oh … oh YES, Kimo! Do it, honey. You’re so good baby. I knew that you would be. Yeah baby … fuck me hard! I want you to fuck the shet out of me! Ung … oh … YES! … Y-E-S! … just like that, Kimo! Ram that big dick of yours all the way in me. Do it hard like you want it to come out of my ass!” What also convinced me that I was not witnessing a **** is what she was doing. She had her hands on his naked ass, pulling him tighter to her, obviously to help him thrust deeper into her. To reach his ass, she had to sink her face into his shoulder. But then, with her eyes closed tightly and a grimace of pleasure on her face, she tilted her head backward. A shock went through my body and a soft gasp escaped my lips. I recognized who she was! Also, putting two and two together, I figured out who Kimo must be. I watched them for a while longer, then left. The woman was a realtor. I recognized her because her realty firm is located on my floor. Later I learned that her name was Carla. Based on her age, she must have been either the owner of the company or its senior agent. The guy she was fucking was very young, and based on the blue T-shirt he was wearing, he must have been an employee of a messenger service, which my office also used from time-to-time. Carla must have been close to 60 and “Kimo” in his late teens. As I drove home, I realized that what I just saw aroused me more deeply than I had first thought. It was not just a couple giving in to the urge to fuck. In actuality, what I had ...