The ride to work

I went through the stop sign and turned right into the dark Citgo parking lot.
"I think its closed dude," said Chris, my sole passenger.
"I think it might be..." I replied while pulling around the side of the building.
"You're riding on a full tank as it is" she commented, sounding confused.
"Yeah, I am at that." I pull around the back side to the shadowed back and park under a dim light. The windshield shows a beautiful cloud shrouded blood moon and the road we were supposed to be traveling down.
"That's a beautiful moon..." I remark looking over at her.
Short red hair with a long lock to frame each side of her face. A puzzled crease between her slender brows as she leaned forward to look with her light eyes. A pair of black pinstripe slacks cover her lovely legs and a white gumby tank-top covers the black bra supporting her large luscious breasts. A black silky shirt lay open over her torso, meant to make her less sexy while at work. She opened her mouth slightly and said,
"It is...so what are we doing?" honest confusion echoed in her voice as I shut off the van.
"We're doing something I've talked about doing, unless you don't want to." A tiny tremble shook my voice, perhaps unnoticed. I was near shaking with desire to HAVE this beautiful woman beside me.
"Any more talking and I'll talk myself out of it." Eagerness lit her face as what I wanted came clear.
We scrambled to get our seat belts off and lunged for each other. Hands grabbed heads and slid around waists or shoulders to pull us closer together. Our tongues danced amidst moans and she pulled back as my phone began ringing. A mocking grin was on her face.
"It's not a call, I set an alarm in and brought some condoms in case we did manage to get more time to stop..."
"Oh you planned this, you bastard fuck." Even as she said it she renewed the feverish kissing and fondling, moaning all the louder.
"I'd love to take you to the back seat..." I got out between kisses. Before I finished she had grabbed the arm rests and was pulling herself backward between the front seats. Orange light washed down her body, causing her to glow from head to thighs. My shadow, then my body, covered her as I twisted out of the drivers seat and climbed back to join her. I straddled one of her legs and knelt by the other as we began ou kissing again. One hand was tangled in her hair, the other slid up her back and unclasped her bra. My fumbling had shown it to be the only route to freeing her gorgeous breasts.
"Be gentle.." she whimpered, her eyes rolled up in her head as I stroked them.
My first caress brought a gasped "softer" and I tried to make my hands like butterflies even as my eager mouth sought her nipples.
"No biting!" She cried in some fear of the pain and mere sucks and licks were the firmest abuse they received.2
My ever hungry hand had slid down into her pants and found the soft haired slit of her cunt. My middle finger found her clit and began to play with it, taking trips deep inside her with my ring finger. Her gasping moans had changed to sharp breaths and whispered cries of "fuck" and "oh god." Then she convulsed and almost slid from the seat.
"Ok...no more clit" she said, the sound of her voice high and somewhat breathy.
We slowly disengaged and returned to our front seats. Both of us struggled to regain our proper breathing and expression.
"I am a terrible person." I said, flushed with sex and success.
"You are Evil." She said, looking out of the corner of her eye as she strapped her bra back together.
I took a moment to inhale the scent of her from my fingers and try a taste. She was delicious top and bottom. The taste of the cherry pepsi she had been drinking lingered on my tongue.
"Nothing for you?" She said, sounding somewhat worried as I started the van.
"Oh, I'm very alright, don't worry. I love making women feel good."
"Okies." She replied.
Breathing slowly, lost in thought I pulled the van out onto the road to continue our trip to work. Wondering to myself just what she was thinking.