The Designated Driver Chronicles Ch. 02

When we awoke, we were both pretty sticky. She took my hand and led me through her designer bedroom into the master bathroom. In the shower, we soaped, bathed and caressed each other. "My pussy is sore. I don't think I can do it again. I can't believe you're hard again. I suppose I can jerk you off or suck you again..."

"...Or maybe I can fuck your fine ass."

"No, baby, my ass is exit only. But, you've got me thinking. Everything I know about sex has been wrong so far...maybe next time, we'll see. I have a feeling that I will learn a lot this summer."

"I'd like to see what this knowledge does to your art."

She considered this and nodded. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. "You've gone soft on me," she said not at all complaining.

"Yes, I have. I think I'll have a few more tokes and then head home to my bed, if that's okay with you."

"It's okay. I really enjoyed you and I think I will masturbate to this episode for some time to come...at least until we do this again."

"Will you do something for me? Will you turn this experience into art? I want to see how you express your feelings."

"I will. I promise." Her words echoed through my head as I drove back to my place. In my pocket, I felt some cash. Reenie had stuck three one-hundred dollar bills into my pants. Did I feel dirty? Not in the least. This night we achieved some highly excellent sex. I could hardly wait until I saw her again. Plus I had cash to put into my account.

Two days later, my boss called me to take an easy job on a Saturday night. He said that my clients were an older couple and that the job would only be a few hours long. He also informed me that I wouldn't make much money. Naturally, I was annoyed because Saturday nights were always the most profitable jobs due to the long hours of clubbing involved. This job sounded like a stiff. Still, it was a job and more money to add to my bank account. I was directed to pick up a couple on Lee Avenue in East Hampton.

I arrived at the home fifteen minutes ahead of time and knocked on the door of the stately old home. I was pleasantly surprised when a very beautiful woman answered the door with a smile that lit up the night.

"You must be Ray, our driver. We'll be taking the SUV. Here's the key fob. We'll be out in a few minutes." I laughed to myself because, as had become par for the course, my boss was wrong.

I opened the Infinity QX, a car I'd never driven before, and was quite impressed with its luxury and many amenities. I moved my bag containing my Times crossword puzzle and a draft of several chapters of my novel from my car into the back of the Infinity. And, as I had become fairly smart at squeezing out good tips, I placed my chiller bag onto the back seat. The chiller contained a six-pack of Vitamin Water, an affection of the rich hipsters, as well as Tic Tacs, Altoids, and Pepto Bismol - whatever it takes to impress. I pressed the start button and pulled the car around the circular driveway to the front steps. The car handled like a dream. I was also pleased to see that it had the now requisite back-up camera, GPS-mapped navigation (not that I needed it) and Satellite Radio.

I waited a good half-hour until the front door reopened. Immediately, I stepped out of the car and opened the passenger doors. And then I looked up and my jaw dropped. Three of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon walked toward me.

"Hello Ray. I'm Angela. This is Dorian and this is Rachel. First, we'll be going to Nammo's in Southampton and after that, we thought we might go out to Montauk to party a bit. What do you think?"

"Whatever you like, ladies. I'll take you wherever your heart's desire." Dorian and Rachel got into the back and Angela got into the front. Again, I was taken by their beauty. Also, by the fact that Angela's sleeveless dress showed plenty of her small but flawless tits. Rachel was wearing a nearly transparent dress with a tiny bra and a thong, both matching the color of the dress. Dorian, in her very chic, skin-tight chemise seemed modest in comparison.

"How long will it take to get to Southampton, Ray?"

"Not long; maybe twenty minutes or so."

"Shit!" Dorian moaned. "Can you drive slow?"

Angela saw my confusion at the remark and explained, "It's a party we have to attend. It's the client and so we have to make an appearance. And I heard that this restaurant sucks."

"I wouldn't know. It's a very expensive place and not to my taste. May I ask what do you do?"

"Oh, we're fashion models out here for two weeks for a Vogue shoot. Everything is rented or leased and tonight we're not working. We want to get loose."

"Have you ever been out here before?"

"Dorian was here last year for a bathing suit shoot in Montauk but this is my first time and Rachel's, too."

"Do you like it?"

"I really don't know. We got here last night and spent most of today sleeping late and lying around the pool."

"I think that after a few days, you will really like it. The Hamptons are, for the most part, a laid back resort area with lots of expensive clothing stores specifically designed with you ladies in mind."

"I like that!" Rachel squealed.

"I have an idea. If you want to get out of Nammo's early, just discreetly beep me and I will call you back. Say that you have to leave to attend a party in Sagaponack along the ocean. Your client will be impressed and you can make your getaway. Does that sound good to you?"

They shouted at the same time, "Yes!" and "Great idea!" and "I love it!"

Angela touched my arm and I glanced over at her peeking at those lovely tits, "Ray, we'll let you be our guide tonight."

For the rest of the ride to Southampton, I was impressed by the warmth and friendliness of these women. The radio blared emo, they danced in their seats, laughed a lot and swore like sailors. And the whole time, I was completely under their spell.

After about an hour in the restaurant, Dorian beeped me. I rang them back and five minutes later, they walked out and got back into the car. Their comments included "Am I glad we're out of there." "That placed sucked!" "Can you believe $70.00 a shot for watered-down tequila?" "The spanikopita tasted like dog shit!" I just smiled as I pulled away heading back east. "Stop here!" yelled Rachel. I pulled in front of a liquor store and she ran out of the car. She returned with a bottle of Cuervo Black.

"Alright, girlfriend, let's get crazy!" Angela pulled three shot glasses stolen from Nammo's out of her purse as Dorian took a cloth napkin filled with lemon slices from hers. Rachel fished out a salt shaker. Within a few minutes, they were indeed loose.

It was a warm, sultry evening and each town seemed to have several parties going on. I drove them to SL East in East Hampton first and they hated it. "Too hipster!" Then it was to East Hampton Point. "Too stuffy!" Then out to Montauk to Surf Lodge where they seemed to enjoy the dance crowd and spent over four hours. I enjoyed the solitude by finishing the puzzle and editing a few pages before they beeped me. I pulled the car in front of the club and was greeted by Dorian.

"Ray, we need your help. Rachel and Angela are pretty wasted. They're sitting in the lobby. Can you help them?"

"Sure, Dorian. Why don't you get in the front and I'll take care of them." I walked into the lobby and found them slumped together. I got them to stand and then placed one arm around each of their waists. Slowly, I guided them to the car and with some difficulty managed to get them into the back seat. Fortunately, I was rewarded with treats. First, it was Rachel's ochre panties. Angela was a bit more difficult to seat but as I did, her legs spread and I found myself staring at a magnificent shaved snatch. Her cunt lips were damp and I caught a whiff. It was delightful. As I closed the door, Angela smiled boozily at me. She knew what I had seen and she didn't seem to mind.

"And now, ladies, back home." I slowly drove west.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," wailed Rachel.

"Just tell me when. I'll pull over and help you."

"These two can't drink, not like me," said Dorian who proceeded to produce a loud belch. I couldn't help but laugh.

A few minutes later, on the Napeague Strip, Rachel moaned again. "Ohhhh...pull over, Ray." I pulled on to the sandy roadside, quickly pulled her out of the car and held her while she threw up. I had one arm under her stomach when she slipped and I found myself holding her up by her breasts. Finally, she stopped hurling and I placed her against the car as I retrieved a couple of bottles of water and a towel. After I got her back into the car (with a wide panty-clad, camel-toed beaver shot), Angela moaned. I went around to the other side of the car and helped her out.

"I'm not going to throw up," she said, "I have to pee." Before I could get her back into the car, she lifted her dress, squatted down and did exactly that, much to my astonishment. I got her some tissues and she wiped herself while staring at me the whole time.

I got her back into the car, passed out more bottles of water, and in the now quiet car, drove them back to Lee Avenue. As I pulled up to the front door, I calculated that I had piled up over eight hours. I was glad that it would be a good payday after all in spite of what my asshole boss said. Dorian got out first and walking tipsily, barely managed to unlock the door. Rachel was asleep so I lifted her into my arms and carried her in. I directed Angela to just sit and wait until I returned. As I carried the woman into the house, Dorian directed me to her room and followed behind. I gently laid her down on the bed.

"Help me, Ray." Dorian began to take off her fuck-me pumps and then the rest of her clothes. I held her up while she stripped her until she lay there naked, a vision of perfection. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders. She was exquisite. Her small A-cups had lovely brown areolas and nicely pointy nipples. Naturally, being a fashion model, her pubes were bare. I just stood and stared as Dorian sponged her down.

"Come on, Ray, let's get her under the covers." As we walked out of the room, she added, "Damn, you act like you've never seen a..."

"An incredibly beautiful naked fashion model before! I don't think I ever have!"

"Okay, get it together. Let's get Angela now. When we get back into the house, I'll tip you and you can go."

"To be honest, Dorian, just being with three of the most beautiful women in the world is tip enough for me."

"Aren't you sweet?"

Getting Angela into the house was another story altogether. A bit taller and a bit larger than Rachel, she was difficult to carry. My left arm curled around her back and my hand cupped her firm tush. My right arm was slung under her knees and my hand held her long legs. I knew that she wasn't wearing panties and I was ever so careful not to touch her in any 'good' places. She moved about as I carried her and made things hard (including my dick). Several times, the fingers on my left hand gripped her ass crack and she responded by pushing her butt into them. As I carried her up the steps, she abruptly rolled a little and my right hand brushed her pussy before I quickly lifted her again. Somehow, I managed to get her into the house. She suddenly wanted to stand and so I set her down on her feet. She made some wobbly moves and I held her firm. "I'm okay," she said, "just help me to the bathroom." I helped her to the bathroom and closed the door, waiting outside.

Dorian returned and as I was saying my goodbye, we heard the shower start to run. "Oh God, let me see what she's doing!" She opened the door and we saw Angela in her clothes against the shower wall. "Ange, what are you doing?"

"I'm reviving myself, Dory." Her speech was slurred. "I feel better now. I want to go for a swim before I crash."

"I really don't think that is a good idea, Angela. I think it might be better if you just went to bed." I said it but I knew it was pointless as it rolled out of my mouth.

"Don't be a party-pooper, Ray. I'm going for a swim!" She pulled her soaking outfit over her head and dropped it on the floor. She stood in front of us completely nude except for her high heels. I considered that perhaps I was dead and in heaven. She turned and unsteadily walked toward the deck.

The sound of hacking came from Rachel's room. "Let me take care of Rachel, Ray. Please stay with Angela and keep an eye on her. See that she doesn't drown, will you?" She ran off leaving me alone with this drunk goddess, who was having trouble opening the sliding door.

"I really wish you wouldn't do this."

"I'm doing it. Don't be such a fuddy-...a fuddly-...a...ah, fuck it."

I really had no choice. I didn't want this woman to drown and I didn't want to put myself in an uncomfortable and unprofessional position. But the choice was clear. I slipped off my shirt and dropped trou. As I like to go commando in the warm months, I stood as naked as she. She walked toward the edge of the pool and jumped in. I followed her. The water was piss-warm and felt wonderful. I swam up next to her. "Are you okay, Ange?"

"Yeah, I am. The water straightened me out but now I'm tired and I want to crash. You know, you have a cute cock."

"It doesn't usually get called 'cute' but thanks. Let me help you out."

"No, I'm good. Goodnight, Ray. You're the best." And with that, she pulled herself up the ladder, waved her butt at me and walked into the house as cool as could be. I followed her out and started to dress when Dory walked out with a towel and two Bloody Marys.

"I guess I'm too late. I brought you a Bloody Mary and something to dry yourself off."

"Thanks, Dory." For some strange reason, I tried to hide myself from her and she just laughed.

"What's the point, Ray? It's nice looking. It just doesn't do anything for me."

"What does that mean?"

"That means that we're gay, Ray. Didn't you pick up on that?"

"Actually no, Dory, I didn't."

"Being naked is nothing to us. Half the time we're naked. So I'm surprised you didn't come on to any of us. Ange, she likes to tease. I surprised you didn't put the make on her."

"You know, I was trying to do my job professionally tonight. I did enjoy ogling your bodies but I must have subliminally picked up the vibe because I never once got hard. I mean look at it now - even after swimming nude with Angela - it just lays there."

"Yeah, it's nice. It reminds me of one of my strap-ons. Well, dry it off and pack it up. You still have to drive home."

I did exactly that. I quickly dried off and dressed as Dory drank her Bloody Mary. She didn't try to ignore me, it was her natural way. I got into my car and headed home with visions of nude supermodels in my head. About halfway home, I felt my cock finally show some life and I began to rub it. It was a pleasant drive.

As soon as I got home, I stripped down and hopped into the shower where I proceeded to jerk myself with short, quick strokes. When I came and shot my jizz on the shower stall wall, it was just an okay, run-of-the-mill orgasm. That night, as I lay in my bed, I had a difficult time falling asleep. My mind could not stop the images of these magnificent creatures going down on each other.

The next morning, as I hung up my clothes from the previous night, five one-hundred dollar bills fell out of the pocket and floated to the floor. Sometimes it pays to look and not touch, wouldn't you say?

Chapter 3 will be along soon. Be prepared.