Taking One for the Team Pt. 04

"Sorry," Samantha said as she put a hand on my shoulder. "Got caught up in an email discussion," she sat on the stool next to me.

"No problem," I replied. "You already have some admirers," I nodded across the bar. The four men were trying to pretend that they weren't looking.

"Usual suspects," she sighed. She took a few of the chips and salsa I ordered and began to look around. "Not a bad place."

"No. The manager said the food is on them because of the mix-up," I told her.

"Good," Samantha said as she placed her order.

We talked about work and what things we would like to implement the moment we got back. "You are getting some serious looks," Samantha smiled as she leaned in toward me.

"No way," I replied trying to look around.

"Don't look, stupid," she said digging her long nails into my thigh. "Under the Elvis poster, right side," Samantha said as she sat back.

I slowly picked my drink up, and casually looked over to the right. I saw a few women looking our way. "Well," Samantha said.

"Nothing," I shrugged.

"Nothing?" Samantha said shocked. "The Latin one looks hot," she nodded.

I had the same thought, out of the three women I had looked at, the Latin one looked like my type. "I didn't want to say anything."

"Because I am your boss?" Samantha asked. "Well, forget that. When we are out of work, then I am just Samantha or Sam. Is that alright with you?"

"Of course," I nodded. "So, Sam. Who do you have your eyes on?"

"What do you mean?" Samantha replied trying to look innocent as she took a drink.

"You've been looking over my shoulder for a while now," I looked at her. "So who is it?"

Samantha sighed. "Under the rocketeer poster."

I slowly turned around and noticed a group of men laughing and drinking. "Which one? The cowboy I am guessing," I said as I looked back at her.

"Oh, hell no," Samantha said. "I had enough of those when I was younger," she said as she shook her head. "The one next to the backward cap."

I had to look again and smiled as I looked back. "Well, that's a surprise."

"What? That I like black guys?" Samantha asked.

"No," I shook my head. "He is staring at you also."

"He is?" Samantha tried to look.

"Don't look, stupid," I laughed. "Tell you what. Let's go and mingle, whoever uses the room first can put the do not disturb sign on the door."

"Sounds good," Samantha said.

"Happy hunting," I said as I walked away.

**********

"So," Samantha said breaking the long silence that had filled the vehicle as we drove back home.

"Yeah," I replied shaking my head. The both of us had come back to the hotel room empty-handed and alone.

We both laughed as we knew what the other was thinking.

"Horrible," I said shaking my head.

"Really?" Samantha asked as she looked over at me.

"Yes," I nodded. "Absolutely horrible."

"Do tell," Samantha said interested.

I told her how I went over to the woman last night. Things had started great, and we got to talking. Then it went downhill and fast.

"She wasn't interested in anything I liked, no video games, no movies, not even music."

"Well," Samantha said. "You were looking for a quickie, not a relationship."

"True," I nodded. The truth of the matter was as soon as we got out of the dim lit bar and into the well-lit lobby, everything that I thought might have interested me fell away. Her chest was nowhere as big as Lauren's, and her ass was flat. "She showed me some of her online profiles and interests. She uses that stupid app."

"No," Samantha shook her head. "Not the one with all the filters?"

"Yes," I nodded. "The one that puts up those silly images of a princess, fairy, a dog."

"Instant no," Samantha said shaking her head.

"Your turn," I said looking over at her.

"Well," she said as she looked in the side mirror as she changed lanes. "He couldn't stop talking about himself."

"Okay," I said looking at her.

"In the third person," Samantha stared over at me.

"No," I shook my head.

"Yes," Samantha nodded. "From the time we started talking to the time I walked away, every sentence began with Ben likes, or Ben does," Samantha shook her head. "Plus his friends kept staring at my chest."

"Can't blame them there," I replied.

"True," Samantha smiled. "I was showing more cleavage than usual. It's hard not to when you have these things."

I laughed as she held one of her boobs and bounced it. Even with her blue jean jacket buttoned up to the top, her boobs still stood out. "I am sure you catch a lot of men staring," I said.

"Men and women," Samantha revealed. "Women usually have that judgment look on their face, while men have that drooling look."

"Ever thought of.. you know," I said looking down at them.

"A reduction?" Samantha laughed. I nodded back at her. "Hell no!" she shook her head furiously. "I like them, they get me out of speeding tickets as well as into sporting events, and I can't count how many lines I have skipped."

I looked over at her in a new light. Most of the times we talked before at work she had seemed like someone who was stuck up. Over the course of the weekend, I realized that she was just like the rest of us.

"Want to take over," Samantha yawned.

"Yeah," I nodded realizing that she had driven more than half the way. She pulled over to the side of the road, and we swapped chairs.

"I was actually looking forward to it," Samantha said as I pulled off the shoulder.

"To what?" I asked.

"Getting fucked," Samantha said as she clicked the seatbelt.

"Yeah, it's been a long week," I shrugged.

"Week?" Samantha replied. "That's how long it has been for you?"

"No," I shook my head. Thinking of the last time I had fucked Lauren. "A few days maybe, I was just... never mind."

"Lucky you," Samantha said looking out of her window.

"You?" I asked.

"Almost four years," Samantha said silently.

"What?" I said. Looking at how men reacted to her at the bar that didn't seem realistic. "You're joking."

"Wish I was," Samantha said looking back at me. "Four years in two months. Last time was with my ex, and we broke up almost four years ago."

"Wow," I said shaking my head.

"Yeah," Samantha said shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, I am no prude, and as much as I think I might have gone to bed with that guy last night. I know deep down I wouldn't have, it's just not in me."

"I am sure you would have wanted it in you," I laughed.

"Shut up," Samantha shook her head.

"I am just saying. Four years is a long time," I laughed.

"Well I feel sorry for the guy," Samantha smiled while she nodded her head.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"I like to be on top, and I might tear his dick off," Samantha nodded.

"He might like that," I smiled.

"Not as much as I would," Samantha smiled as she lay her head against the door.

When I looked at her eyes were already closed. I leaned back and began thinking of things I had to do at work once I got back. First of all was to fuck Lauren, all the talk about sex and last night's missed opportunity had me horny.

The road seemed like it would never end. Even though the miles on the GPS were going down, it looked like I was going nowhere fast.

"Wow, did you see that?" Samantha asked as she sat up in her seat.

I honestly thought she was still sleeping. "No, what was it?" I asked as I looked in the rearview mirror. Looking for something I might have missed.

"Slow down for a few," Samantha said as she sat upright. I let off the gas, and slowly we started to slow down. "Here it comes," Samantha nodded.

A small car came up on the passenger side. Being in the higher vehicle, we could see into the car I smiled slightly as I saw the bobbing of blonde hair. The man looked up at us and smiled as the woman held her middle finger. I took the hint and stepped back on the gas.

"At least someone is having some fun," I laughed.

"Yeah, that's true," Samantha said nodding her head.

There was silence as I began to think of a way to get Lauren to do that with me. I knew that it wouldn't take a lot of convincing. I am sure all I had to do was bring it up once.

"She must not be very good," Samantha said still looking in the side mirror. "He doesn't seem to be swerving or anything."

"Probably has the cruise control on," I answered. "If he holds the steering wheel steady he will be fine."

"Oh, so you have done it before?"

"No," I shook my head. "Just thinking what I would do if it were me, that's all."

"Oh," Samantha said she was looking over at me. "Let's see," she said with a straight face.

"What?" I said stunned.

Samantha leaned forward and took something out of her bag. She came back up and tied her long red hair back in a ponytail. "I am bored and horny, and I can tell you are as well," she said as she looked at the tell-tale sign of my hardened dick through my pants. "So why not?"

I couldn't say anything. Samantha had me speechless as she took off her jean jacket and tossed it in the back. Her large breast swayed under her white shirt. "Well?" she said staring at me.

I slowly got the vehicle to the speed limit and engaged the cruise control. Samantha leaned over and unzipped my pants, then unbuttoned it. I had to shift a little in my seat, but her cold, pale white hand gripped my hardened dick. Slowly she lowered her head.

I took a deep breath as her mouth circled the head of my dick. I felt her tongue circle the tip before the rest of her mouth lowered over it. I instantly gripped the steering wheel tighter. Slowly her head began to bob up and down as she took more of my dick into her mouth.

She raised her head slightly. "Sorry, it's been a while. And I have never done this with one so thick," she said as she looked up at me.

"You're doing fine," I nodded. Samantha was nowhere as good as Lauren, but I wasn't going to complain about road head.

Her head dived down again. This time I took the opportunity to move one of my hands off the wheel and wrap it around her. I attempted to cup one of her boobs in my hand. I was beyond shocked at how big it was in my hand. I couldn't cup the whole of it.

I cupped and squeezed the large boob. Samantha moaned softly as she sucked my dick. I squeezed and massaged it slowly. Samantha began to moan more even stopping and using her hands more, something Lauren never did.

"You need to pull over," Samantha nodded.

I agreed even though I could drive comfortably. I wanted to play with both of Samantha's mammoth sized tits. Samantha made her way to the back.

I saw a rest area coming up in just a few miles. Looking back, I could see Samantha folding one of the rows of the seats down into the floor of the vehicle. With a simple push, the other seats moved back over them making a vast space.

The rest area was busy with people going back and forth. I drove around the back and found a path for the picnic area. It was still cold outside, and I took a bet that no one would be using the picnic areas. I drove back there and found no other vehicles. I parked next to a large tree.

I made my way to the back. Samantha pushed me onto the seat and kneeled between my legs. Her mouth dropped down over my dick. She bounced her head up and down faster. I watched her red hair bouncing between my legs. Again she stopped and used her hands. I took this opportunity to squeeze her boobs.

"So you are a boob man?" Samantha smiled as she leaned back on her feet as I played with her large tits.

"Of course," I nodded.

"Well," Samantha said as she pushed my hands away. "I might not be good at giving blow jobs, but there is something I am great at," she said with a devilish smile. With that, she took off her shirt. Her large breasts were nearly coming out of the massive white bra.

Samantha leaned forward as she gripped my cock tightly. She pushed it tight against her stomach as she lowered her body over me. The head of my dick slipped under the bra and between her tits.

Samantha held the sides of her bra and squeezed them together as she bounced her heavy tits up and down.

I moaned as I watched her bounce them up and down slowly. I could barely see the head of my dick between her immense cleavage. "I can tell you like that, don't you?" Samantha said staring up at me as she lifted her chest up and down on my dick.

"Yes," I moaned. I was very close to cumming. "Have never had anything done like this before," I said. Which was not a lie, even with Lauren when I tit fucked her, the head of my dick always came up at the top.

"Good," Samantha shifted as she picked up the pace, she bounced them heavier and faster. Squeezing the sides of her bra together. I kept waiting for them to burst out of the bra.

"I'm cumming," I said as I pushed up between her tits. Samantha stopped as she held her tits entirely still as I came between them.

"Well, I am sure when I take this bra off, there will be quite a mess waiting for me," Samantha laughed.

I couldn't believe it. There was no sign of my cum at the top of her breasts. Samantha slowly lifted her torso up and over my lap. My dick slipped out from under her bra. Apart from the shining head of my dick and a slight wet spot at the bottom of her bra, there was no evidence of my cum.

"I should go to the bathroom," Samantha said as she nudged her bra. "Or this will get quite uncomfortable."

I nodded to her as I pulled my pants up and started the vehicle. I drove back around to the front and let her out. She left with her bag. I looked at all the people wander back and forth. Samantha came back with a smile on her face and shaking her head.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she got in.

"Wrong?" Samantha smiled. "Nothing is wrong," She stated as she buckled her seat belt.

I got back on the interstate and looked over at her. She was smiling and staring at me. "You're staring," I said as I looked back at the road.

"Do you always cum that much?" Samantha asked.

"Usually," I shrugged. "Some of the women I have been with like it," I stated back at her.

"Oh, it's definitely not a bad thing, especially since it doesn't taste awful like most men," Samantha shrugged as she looked away.

"You tasted it?" I asked shocked. The thought of her tasting my cum made my dick throb.

"Of course," Samantha said back almost shocked that I would ask such a question. "I had to, couldn't let it all go to waste."

"Okay," I replied. There were a few moments of silence as the sky turned gray. It was going to rain.

"I am glad you are driving," Samantha said leaning forward. At that moment the sky opened up, and the rain came down in buckets. Soon the road was hardly visible as the rain came down harder.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes," Samantha replied. I could tell she was nervous.

"I can pull over if you would feel more comfortable," I said.

"It just brings back bad memories, that's all," Samantha said looking out at the sheets of rain.

"Tell me about it," I said trying to get her to calm down.

Samantha told me about an accident she had with her parents and older brother. She was the sole survivor. It had happened in a rainstorm just like this one. I reassured her that I was a good driver in any condition and that I would try not to let it happen again.

We made it to her place, but the rain was still coming down. "If you go and open the door, I will get the luggage," I said to her as I opened the door. The rain was coming down pelting my body with cold bullets. I ran to the door with her luggage. "Here you go," I said as I got to the door.

"Come in," Samantha said as she grabbed my hand. I barely heard the door close behind us. I began to look around when I felt Samantha push me against the wall. Her lips smashed into mine as we kissed. "Follow," she said as she walked away from me.

I followed her through the long hallway with its white walls. It opened out into a large living room. "Sit," Samantha said as she began to take off her top.

I sat on the long white leather couch as Samantha pulled down her jean pants. I grabbed my pants and slid them off. Samantha stood before only wearing her bra, which she seductively took off. She turned around with her back to me as she let it drop to the floor. Slowly she walked backward.

I held my dick steady as she lowered herself down onto it. "Fuck," she said as my dick slowly slid into her. Samantha steadied herself as she placed her hands on my knees. I watched as just the head of my dick disappeared inside of her, stretching the inside of her pussy.

I grabbed her waist, but she slapped my hands away. Again she began to lower her body taking more of my dick inside of her. Samantha slowly took the rest of me inside her as she leaned forward. She began to bounce up and down. She started out slow then she got faster going all the way down, then all the way to the tip.

"Fuck," I moaned as I watched her ass bounce off my lap. She leaned forward spreading my legs apart with her hands. I remembered what she said when she stated she liked being on top. "Damn," I said stopping her for a moment. I pulled her backward as I squeezed and held her big tits in my hands.

"Throwing in the white flag already?" Samantha asked with an evil grin.

"No," I shook my head. "I was beginning to think you really were trying to tear it off," I smiled.

Samantha looked over her shoulder. "I haven't even started yet," she said as she stood up. Samantha reached for my hand as she pulled me up off the couch. "Lay down," she ordered.

I lay flat on the carpet as she straddled me. This time she held my dick steady as she lowered her self onto it. Slowly she rocked back and forth as she flipped her long red hair to one side. "You ready?" she asked as she looked down at me.

I nodded back at her. I watched her giant tits as she began to rock back and forth faster and harder. Her eyes looked down at me as she kept increasing the pace. Slowly she raised herself up over me into a squatting position. She placed both hands on my chest as she bounced faster.

"Fuck," I said as I watched her ride my dick harder than any of the other women, that had ever done it. I watched my dick disappear and reappear at an alarming rate. It felt like she was trying to tear it right off.

I reached up and stopped her again. Holding her tightly against my body. "Are you giving up?" she seductively whispered in my ear.

Samantha looked me in the eyes as she rolled her hips around my dick.

"No," I said trying to catch my breath. Samantha smiled with her usual naughty look.

"Then don't stop me," she said as she pushed herself off me. Her hands gripped my chest as she squatted with her knees bent. She leaned forward and began riding me hard again.

I had to grit my teeth. Samantha bounced faster. "I'm cumming," I said.

"Not yet," she said shaking her head. Her red hair swung from side to side. Samantha pushed off of me sitting upright. She placed her hands on her knees as she straightened up.

"Holy fuck," I said as my toes curled. Samantha rode up and down on my dick with her hands dragging through her hair.

"Come on big boy, just a moment longer," Samantha teased. Her big tits swayed from side to side as she slowly used her knees to push her body up and down on my dick.

I shook my head. The site of her body riding me in this fashion was enough. Samantha swung her knees from under her forcibly, impaling herself on my dick. "Fuck!" I said as I came hard. Samantha lay on top of me as I came inside of her.

"It's still intact," Samantha smiled as she rolled off me.

"No thanks to you," I smiled.

"I did warn you," Samantha shrugged.

"Yes, you did," I nodded.

We lay on the floor for a few moments. Both of us catching our breath. "Lauren was right," Samantha said as she propped her head up on her elbow looking over at me. "You do cum a lot."