Steamy Affair With My Driver

Chapter 2

Nelson's POV

“What are you doing?” A sultry feminine voice came from behind me, making me freeze.

I turned around to meet the scrutinizing gaze of my temptation.

Jahira George–my boss's wife.

Her arms were curved firmly over her boobs and her smoky eyes sent sparks down to my c**k even though I'd c*m a few seconds ago.

I quickly rose up from my bed, fixing my p***s in my pants as heat crawled up my neck, making me lower my head.

A part of me hoped that she didn't see, but I knew she must have seen everything because I didn't know how long she'd been standing out there.

“I–I’m sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to-”

“So is this what you spend your time doing? m**********g to my photos when you're alone?” She questioned, making guilt wash over me.

I knew what I did was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. From the first day I took the job as a driver, I'd been unable to get my mind off Jahira.

Her hips swayed with such effortless seduction, I didn't even need to touch her to get turned on. And those seductive cat-like eyes, always glowing and doing things to me.

This was embarrassing, yes.

I also knew that I'd never have her because she was happily married to Raymond–at least that was what it looked like. So she became my secret fantasy, the one whose name stayed on my lips whenever my c**k was hard.

“I'm sorry ma'am, please. Forgive me, I'd never do this again,” I whispered, trembling as my hands pressed over my crotch.

I kept my head lowered because I was scared that if I looked her in the eye, I'd get hard again. I was also afraid that she'd have a judgemental look on her face.

“Don't worry, I'll make sure you never do it again. You're fired,” The words rolled off her mouth, final and icy.

My heart stopped for a second as my eyes met hers, I didn't realize when I went down on my knees with folded hands.

“No ma'am please. I beg of you, don't fire me,” I pleaded as the last thing I could afford was being fired.

At twenty two, I was still struggling with college because of my deadbeat parents. This job was all I had to sustain myself and if I lose it now, I'd not be able to sort out my fees.

She frowned at me, “Sorry, but I have to. I can't condone such an attitude.”

I shook my head as sweat appeared on my temple, “Please ma'am. I'll delete the photos, I'll do anything. Just don't take my job away from me.”

I didn't know if my pleas were working but I knew I was nowhere close to giving up.

“You'd do anything right?” She asked and I nodded almost immediately.

She hummed, turning to lock the door before taking a seat on the wooden chair in the room.

“I want you to f**k me,” she stated, and my eyes widened.

“Wha-what ma'am? I can't do…” The words stopped at my throat as she fondled her boobs.

“If you want your job, you'll f**k me.” She repeated, and my c**k jerked at the idea.

“But ma'am, that'd be cheating and the boss–”

“Shhh, allow me to worry about that.” She muttered and gestured her finger towards me, asking me to come closer.

Fear gripped my insides at the thought of how this could go wrong. The thought of Stella–my girlfriend came to mind but recalling the disgrace she showered on me because I couldn't get her a designer bag for her birthday, I blinked back the thought.

I stood in front of Jahira in a kneeling position and she leaned forward, her apple perfume wafted through my nostrils with such an intoxicating effect.

She gently trailed her fingers from my shoulders to my face and then she pressed her glossy lips against mine. The feel of her soft, hot lips against mine made me feel like a live wire, like every nerve in my body was alive.

She was dominating with the kiss and I submitted to her demands, giving her tongue entry into my walls as she pulled me closer by the nape of my neck.

“Touch my boobs,” She ordered, and my shaky hands reached out for her soft flesh.

My hands grew firm when I came in contact with her perked n*****s pressing firmly against her gown. She moaned softly as I squeezed her boobs. She sucked hard on my lips, exploring parts of my mouth that I didn't know a woman could reach and then her hands started undoing my shirt.

She peeled me from my shirt and caressed my skin, making my heating body sizzle with excitement. She broke the kiss, releasing her boobs from the firm hold of the gown.

My head dropped to her chest, my lips on the right boob, and my hand on the second. My hand rolled her left n****e while my lips nibbled on the right.

“f**k,” She gasped, pressing my head tightly to her chest.

I loved the sound of her moans, they gave me the confidence that she was enjoying what I was doing to her.

My free hand slid her dress upwards, keeping it on her waist. She had no panties underneath, making my c**k twitch against my zipper.

She widened her legs for me and I slid a hand in and the smell of her soaking p***y filled the air. I badly wanted to press my nose against her p***y for a quick sniff but I didn't want to be weird.

“You're–you’re so wet,” I rasped and she bit hard on her lips, clenching her thighs against my hand.

“All for you, now f**k me,” She demanded, her voice cracking from need.

I immediately unzipped my pants, and my c**k sprang out. She licked her lips at the sight of my c**k and I stroked myself as if preparing to enter her dripping p***y.

She tilted her hip forwards on the chair, giving me a better view of her pink cunt while her hand rested on her boobs as she hummed with hunger.

I slid my c**k into her and her p***y lips stretched to take in my length, she gasped and her eyes rolled back from pleasure as I slowly thrusted myself into her.