Chapter 4
Demetrious
“I have something I want to run by you. It’s an opportunity that you would be a fool not to take.” My sister was sitting at the end of the table with Angela across from me.
“I would like to hear this,” I didn’t really notice the dress she was wearing when she was on her knees.
It was a temptation and she purposely bent over to let me see the plunging neckline. Her breasts were one of the natural wonders of the world. I thought for sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her headlights were on high beam.
“I’m sure my sister has told you about my foray into racing cars. There’s nobody that knows more about cars than you do. I will take it as a personal offense if you refuse.” The suit I was wearing was covering up the lipstick ring around the base of my cock.
It was something I was wearing with pride and had no interest in washing it off anytime soon. I could still remember the feel of her silky lips bringing me to the edge.
“Nobody has said anything about my linguine with clams.” My sister was looking for the both of us to give our personal opinion of her latest creation.
“Shelley, I can’t speak for Demetrious, but I don’t think that I’ve ever had anything more delicious in my mouth.” She pointed to me and used her thumb to mimic what she had just done upstairs.
“I appreciate the kind remarks.” She turned to me with her arms crossed not exactly patient.
“You know this is good enough to put in your restaurant. You’ve outdone yourself again. It’s not surprising when you make these culinary favorites with the secret ingredient of love.” She was blushing and feigned innocence by making it seem like it was no big deal.
I took off my shoe and stretched it across until I came in contact with Angela’s bare leg. I figured one good turn deserved another. She squirmed noticeably with my toes sliding further up to find that she was spreading her legs for me. I was getting close to touching the surface of the sun.
“You still haven’t… told me this proposition.” She stumbled over the words trying to fight through the effect I was having on her.
The table was immaculate, and Shelley had broken out the good China for the occasion. The silverware was spotless polished to perfection. The meal was only outdone by the beauty of Angela’s beaming blue eyes.
“I’ve been having some problems with my staff. It hurts me deeply to say one of them is working against me. I would like to hire you to oversee the operation. I will give you an annual salary in the six figures. It will mean you’ll have to sacrifice your independence.” There was a twofold reason to bring her along on the circuit from one city and country to the next.
“I’m going to have to give it some thought. I would like to see the car you are driving before I make any decisions. Do you think that you can give me a private viewing?” I was rubbing my big toe along the wetness of her red panties.
“I have some pull with the boss. We can go over there after dinner or wait until morning.” My big toe had found its way under the crotch.
Shelley relieved us of our empty plates and went into the kitchen to prepare dessert. I had no idea how much time I had, but I was going to make good use of it. I dropped my fork and shrugged my shoulders with her looking at me with alarm in her eyes.
“Don’t even think about it,” I went underneath the table and she was doing nothing to prevent me from putting my hands on her knees.
Hiking up her dress gave me access to what she had to offer.
I licked her bare thigh with the pointed end of my tongue. I did the same thing to the other side before concentrating my efforts on her enlarged clit. It was quite pronounced. I placed my lips over top of it with the kind of suction to draw a squeal of encouragement from her lips.
She slapped her hands down on the table making the cutlery jump in the air. Her body responded by grinding up against my mouth. I fed her a heaping dose of my long agile tongue. My thumb moved in a circle around her clit. Her moans were a symphony of delight in my ears.
It wasn’t as loud as I had predicted. I couldn’t see, but I was reasonably sure she was biting her knuckle in protest.
“You’ve done it now. Don’t you dare come out from underneath there until you finish.” I kept a watchful eye for the return of my sister knowing full well there was the possibility of her having a fit.
The motion of my tongue was insistently darting in and out of her. Her juices stained my lips in a different kind of milk mustache. I took my tongue out and replaced it with two fingers. I could feel the rippling presence of her orgasm about to erupt. I corkscrewed those two fingers to touch her where no man had ever been before.
“Don’t fear what my sister is going to say. I want you to be very vocal. Let go of the pent-up frustration inside of you.” She wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of crying out in ecstasy.
The lower half of her body went into sexual hysterics. She was slapping her ass down on top of that chair repeatedly. I wasn’t prepared for the force of her discharge. I did my best to keep up with what was flowing freely over my tongue.
I barely got back in my seat when my sister emerged with a Boston cream pie. I smiled guiltily with a different kind of cream still lingering on my lips.
“I don’t think that I’ve ever had a better meal.” I directed my comments to Angela who was glaring with fake daggers.
“Your comments touch me deeply. We don’t hold on ceremony around here. This pie is the perfect way with a fresh fruit cocktail to cleanse the palate.” The only pie I was interested in was sinking deep within the one I had just given immense pleasure.
“Demetrious, I would really like to see your car tonight. I know my way around to make an engine rev with efficiency. I’m sure you get a thrill out of putting the pedal down to the metal.” She wasn’t subtle, but her underlying meaning was only known to me.
Two could play that game. She was going to find I was up to the challenge.
“There’s something about going fast and hard to the finish line. The checkered flag of surrender waving in the air is what I live for. I make the car submit to my will. It needs a firm hand to bring it under control.” She was a shifting nervously obviously understanding I was comparing the car to her body.
“Sometimes there’s a reason to slow down. You don’t have to hurry. It can be surprisingly pleasurable to take your time. The pistons inside the machine sometimes have a mind of their own. Run the engine too hot and it might explode prematurely.” The sexual innuendos were flying across the table at a breakneck speed.
“I know when to lie back on the pedal. I know how to treat my baby right. When I put her to bed she knows that she was driven. I sometimes push her to her limits, but she can take it.” I was having fun with this verbal sparring match.
My sister was oblivious and wasn’t even paying attention to what we were saying. She was preoccupied with reviews on yelp to notice the chemistry thick enough to cut with a knife. I got the feeling Angela was thinking the same thing I was. The car had close quarters, but christening it in a physical way was something I had never thought was going to be possible.
“Let’s take her out for a spin and see what she can do at night. Some of the best work is done under the cover of darkness. Put your hands on the steering wheel and do what comes naturally.” My monument of manhood was straining against my zipper.
“Shelley, we shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
“Make that a couple of hours. I need time to see how everything is running under the hood.” A couple of hours were going to leave me exhausted and unable to lift a finger.
Shelley waved dismissively with her hands flying fast across the keyboard of her pad. I felt bad for doing this underneath her nose, but what she didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt her.
I was anxious to see how Angela was going to handle herself in the driver’s seat. It wasn’t the first time I had taken a girl out on the track at night. We usually adjourned back to my place with no designs on getting hot and heavy behind the windshield. Getting busy in the car combined two of my loves. I wasn’t going to turn it down.