Making the Drop - Sex Stories

Making the Drop

... with my boobs until they were comfortably settled in the dress. I shot a questioning glance at Joey. He nodded grimly. Yeah, it was good. I inhaled deeply to try and calm my nerves. Joey walked me to the car. It was a Mustang, with some special work done by a guy the boys know. All I know is that when I tromp the gas in that car, it fucking goes. I love driving it; maybe I just love power. A full-bodied rough man like Joey, a powerful masculine car, and delivering to one of the city's most feared bosses. I shuddered, lust and anxiety a strange yet potent mix. Joey grabbed me, roughly handling my round ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt, pulling he against him and mashing my face to his. Our kiss was hard, fast, moaning throats and questing tongues. He was stiff and I ran my hand over the front of his pants and pushed hard. He broke the kiss. "We're gonna fuck when you get back," he told me. I ran both hands over his chest, patted it, then smoothed his jacket. "I know," I said. "I look okay?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't get pulled over." "No, that wouldn't do," I agreed. Neither of us were sure if the feds or local boys had a line on me. The bosses and the boys wanted to keep it that way. I slid into the car, one foot in, then the other, then some adjustments with the dress. The wetness ran from my pussy and pooled around my asshole. I wished that I could get out and lift my dress and demand that Joey fuck me on the hood of the car. Time ticked away. He slammed the door. "Get ...

... going," he said. I started the car, admiring as always the full-throated purr of that massive, powerful engine. I jammed the gear into first and pulled away, goosing the gas just for fun. I easily controlled the car in the wet conditions. My headlights barely pushed through the gloom of the night. The wipers back and forth action was a metronome to me, keeping time, pacing the way. I had between twenty-one and twenty-four minutes to make the drive. Joey would have made the call the moment he saw the car disappear around the corner. I expertly drove the car, and passed a cop but he was busy stuffing his face with food and barely looked up. I went through bad parts of town and then into the middle-class areas. Finally, at the border to another bad area, I pulled onto a quiet street. I drove slowly and steadily down this street. I saw the house with the front light out and pulled into the driveway. As I did, the garage door opened and I pulled the car inside. The door shut immediately behind me. The task of driving over, my lust returned to the forefront of my mind. I exited the car, standing next to one of the goons. This one was tall, all muscle and no head at all. I knew he was carrying. He said nothing and waved his arms to usher me into the home. I went inside, turning right then left to head into the office. The goon knocked on the door for me. "Yeah?" "She's here." "Send her in." The goon unlocked the door and I went inside. Once the door was closed, I was in the room with ...