The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (4 page)

I hear a moan and she pauses, unable to speak. Number two is a success. Her mouth opens to scream but no words come out, just a slight squeal and heavy, deep breaths.

I flip her around and lift her against the car, working my cock back inside of her. The car is supporting most of her weight as her tits smash against me.

"Are you going to come for me?" She grips my tie in her right hand.

"Soon."

"I want it on my face." She yanks me closer by the tie, those blue eyes locked on mine. I picture her on her knees, looking at me with those eyes, while I blast her face with my warm load. It sends me into a frenzy. I start pounding into her. The smacking sounds of me ramming her, coupled with my balls slapping up against her tight little asshole, have me in another world.

Tension builds inside me as I continue to fuck her as fast and as hard as possible. I can feel my load inching its way up my shaft as she starts convulsing on my prick with orgasm number three. When she squeezes that slick little cunt around me, it's all over.

"Get on your knees." I slip my prick out into my palm and start stroking it furiously.

She kneels down and looks up at me, her mouth open wide with her tongue sticking out, those gorgeous blue eyes locked back on mine once more, begging for every ounce.

The head of my cock is expanding like a balloon. I can't speak. I can only nod to give her a warning before thrusting and letting loose. I spray across her nose and up under one of her eyes, grunting with each thrust. Her eyes close as I explode all over her. Each stroke of my cock sends a new stream into her mouth and onto her forehead, some of it dripping down to her tits. The sight of her face covered in my hot come makes my balls ache as my pelvis and thighs quiver. Finally, I finish, releasing the last of it onto her soft, pink tongue.

I grab a tee shirt from inside the car. She cleans up the tip of my cock and shaft, before wiping the rest from her face and tits.

I can't lie. I fuck all the time, but it never gets old. Every unique conquest is etched into my mind, a memory I'll keep forever. Each orgasm is like a symphony, in a different location, with different instruments. I look back down into those huge, satisfied blue eyes. A huge grin spreads across her face.

"That was amazing." My breath is labored as I admire her beautiful face.

"You think?" She giggles. "I didn't even know that was fucking possible. Who are you?"

The panty whisperer.

H
OLLY
JACKSON
IS
perfectly imperfect. Nothing really stands out about her. Her breasts are small to average size, normal ass, pale complexion, uneventful brown eyes, and yet it all works together to create this work of living art that radiates sexiness. If she could only see herself the way I see her.

She will.

Holly is the controller at a company I'm consulting with. We've been cohorts the last few weeks as I've observed and logged away every possible piece of information about her. Single, no kids, incredibly intelligent, and she's a workhorse, which makes her come off as a bitch to some people. It's something she doesn't like about herself. I know this, because she's told me.

We've been doing the usual flirting every day. The necessary banter to get to know one another in a fun way. But fuck, I've never had to work so hard at this job in my life. This chick is no nonsense in the office. It'll still be worth it.

Today is Friday, my last day here. It's also the day I'll ask Holly if she wants to have dinner, and she'll say yes. I'm going to unlock that conservative demeanor of hers, because the women who put up walls around themselves are the wildest, most exciting on the planet.

I walk into Holly's office with a breakfast quiche. I overheard her tell someone how much she loves them. I'm proud of myself for not eating it on the way to the office. Damn thing smells amazing. Fortunately, I had some self-control and resisted. For the pussy, of course.

"Good morning."

I set the bag down in front of her and she doesn't even look up.

"Are you trying to bribe me? So you can leave early today?" The corners of her mouth turn up in a smile, the reaction I was hoping for.

"I'd never do such a thing. Hell, I wish I could work longer."

"You're so full of it."

Her smile is gorgeous and it makes my morning. Her moans will make my evening.

She opens the bag. "Oh my god. These things are the best. You're a good man, Joel Hannover." She tries to look serious, but chuckles. "I just get so wrapped up in work and numbers I forget about everything, including eating."

Of course you think they're the best. Do you think I got lucky?
I learned long ago that women find men who pay attention very sexy. They eat that shit up.

She walks out of the room. Her tight ass rocking back and forth in her skirt sends a warm sensation to my cock. This woman needs to be pleasured. I don't mean some lazy one night stand. That shit is for asshole amateurs. She needs to be pushed to the limit of her mind, and then have breakfast cooked for her the next morning. She deserves to be treated like the goddess she is, not slaving away in a boring, workaholic life. She's going to remember tonight for the rest of her life. If only she knew what I have in store for her.

The flirting has slowly intensified each day, like a good novel. The sexual tension is building towards tonight's climax. A movement by either of us sends sweat to the palms, heat to the face, tingling to the stomach. I can tell it's making her uncomfortable. Good. This is what I live for.

We spend most of the morning working. I can tell she's getting anxious. I haven't asked her out or made any type of move. With every tick of the clock I can sense the disappointment growing in the pit of her stomach.

Don't worry, Holly. You're going to get everything you've ever dreamed of. Every inch of me will be yours.

She stands and walks to the file cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"The payroll procedures file."

"Oh yeah. I wasn't sure where it went. I think I stuck it in the cabinet where you keep all the miscellaneous research folders."

She's fumbling through files. I can tell she's growing irritated by the way she is slamming drawers shut. She's irritated that her files are out of order. Irritated that I haven't once hinted about asking her out, even though I've been driving her crazy all week long. Irritated she hasn't been sexually pleased in a long time.

"I can't find it."

I'm staring at her skirt hugging her in all the right places. She's even cuter when she's flustered. This woman is going to be a wild ride. She has my dick bulging in my pants.

Never waste a good erection.

I walk up behind her and peer over her shoulder, pretending to help. I lean in and press my cock up against her ass, talking in her ear.

"I could have sworn I put it right
here
."

I shift my hips slightly, giving her a little feel of what's to come. A slight shudder runs through her arched back. All I can think about is how wet that pussy must be. I want to tear into it right now, but the anticipation is where the fun resides. It makes the reward so much greater. I walk over to my seat, watching her from the corner of my eye. She adjusts her skirt a little and wipes the palms of her hands down her hips before walking back over to her seat.

"Oh, my bad. It's over here on the desk. I swear I put it in the file cabinet. Sorry."

I look at her and smile. She's biting her lip and I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer.

The rest of the day is pretty normal, but she's catching on to the bullshit, and I can tell she isn't going to take it much longer. I'm worried she might bite my head off like a praying mantis if I don't make a move.

"You know—"

Her eyes light up.

"I was thinking that once work is done today, we won't really have any professional ties. Maybe we could grab dinner?"

Her cheeks flush with red hues and she tries to play it cool, but she can barely keep from squirming in her seat. She smiles and stutters, yet manages to get a few words out. "Umm, yes. I would like that."

"Awesome. I'll pick you up at seven. Text me your address." I stand up from the chair and walk to the door.

"There's still five minutes of work left."

I glance back and she has her hands on her sexy little hips. I throw her a wink. "That's what the quiche was for."

I'm cruising in the Fastback, drawing looks at every corner. She really is a thing of beauty. Highland green like Steve McQueen's in
Bullitt
, only his was a '68. I don't know if I've ever loved a woman more than this car, well, other than my mom. It's the only car I've driven since I was 17.

I pull up to Holly's house. I'm certain she heard me and is standing by the door. They always are. She'll make me wait 30 seconds before she answers, so as not to appear desperate.

I walk up and knock. Sure enough, 30 seconds later the door opens, and she looks gorgeous. I have flowers, of course. She's getting the whole package tonight. Her dress is black and mid-length. It would be conservative for most, but it's probably the sexiest thing in her closet. It doesn't matter. She looks smoking hot in it, and it's going to end up on the floor.

I open the car door for her like a gentleman, courtesy of Mrs. Hannover who would wallop me with a cast iron skillet if I behaved any differently. She's impressed, but I think it's more with the car than my chivalrous nature.

I walk around and get in the driver's seat. Right now is my favorite part of the evening. When I turn the key, her panties are going to melt. I can see her waiting. I fire up the Fastback, and my baby continues her winning streak. The vibrations under the hood send her squirming in her seat. Sorry for ruining your panties, Holly. I'll just have to rip those off of you.

Soon.

"Wow. I am in
love
with this car."