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Designated Driver
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Designated Driver
Rrrring. ``Hello? Oh, hi Mat. How's it going? ... Great! Party? Sure, you
can always count me in. When? ... Next Saturday? Sure, no problem, man. See
ya then, then.''
Somehow, I survived another week. It's Saturday and I said I'll go to Mat's
Christmas Night Out. Mat and I goes back a long way. We've known each other
since high school. It's strange why we would even be friends. He's the
really outgoing type who looks like the models in GQ. I'm almost the exact
opposite. Well, he called and said everyone is to arrive between 6:30 pm and
7:00 pm.
``Glad you made it,'' he greeted me at the door.
``No problem, bud.''
I arrived fairly early and we had to wait for a few more guys.
``Is D'arcy coming?'' Mat asked.
``I called. He said his wife wouldn't let him out!''
``That's it then. Let's move out. Hey, Jake, you are our designated driver
tonight. Think you can handle the van.''
``Well,'' so that's why I'm here. Well, I don't mind. Just glad to be out of
the house. ``I only have class 5.''
``Don't worry. It's power steering and power brake. Very easy to handle.
It's just the one parked outside. If you really can't then I'll do it.''
Out the door we headed. ``No problem man. I can handle this.'' It's a rented
family size van, with about three rows of seats behind the front two seats.
It comfortably seated all ten of us. I got myself all comfy at the driver
seat and away we go. The van handled like a dream, but parking was a bit
hairy though. Almost smashed into a couple of cars. We headed for town,
hitting several strip joints. These guys are getting totally pissed. I think
I'm the only one who doesn't drink at all. I guess that why he'd think of
me.
At about midnight, we decided to head for a carbaret to pick up some chicks.
When we arrived, I grabbed a chair and sat down at an empty table. Mat, like
his usual self, was on the dance floor almost instantly, dancing with this
great looking babe. The other guys are off everywhere. Some off to do more
drinking, others went to the back room to shoot pool.
This is a cozy little place. The crowded dance floor is lit with colour
strobes that flashed to the beat of the music. On the walls hung dimly lit
neon sketches. As the live band pound out the beat on the stage, a timid
looking lady sat in a corner table, sipping on a coke. There is a different
air about her that's different from the other women in the place. Just
doesn't look like the kind of girl that comes to these sort of places.
After staring at her for a while, I was just too curious to hold back, so I
took my chances and walked over to her.
``Hello. May I join you for a while?''
``Well...Ah ...''
``Don't worry, I won't bite.''
``I guess it's ok. My friends might be back soon, though''
``I won't be long. I was just wondering why aren't you joining your friends
on the floor.'' Boy, that was dumb.
``I don't know how to dance,'' she said quietly.
``Pardon me?''
``I don't know how to dance,'' she raised her voice a bit, trying to get it
above the music.
``Oh. I'm not too good either. You don't look like you come here often. Your
first time here?''
``Yes.''
``Me too.'' Do we have an echo here or what. ``I guess you are the desig
driver.''
``What?''
``I gues you are the desig driver, like me.''
``Yes. I'm the only one who don't drink. So they called me.''
``The music is kind of loud in here. Mind if we go to some place more quiet
to chat? Have some fresh air?''
``Well...my friends...''
``It'll be just outside. Better than just sitting in here, breathing all the
second hand smoke.''
``Well,'' she said, spying her friends on the dance floor. ``I guess that's
ok.''
The night air is getting chilly. Fog is settling in for the evening, but the
fresh air is a welcomed relieve.
``Pardon me, I haven't even introduce myself. I'm Jake.''
``I'm Shirley.''
We got more acquainted as we stroll around the place. I found out that she's
the assistant manager of the personnel department of a local engineering
firm. Her collegues were having their Christmas celebration tonight 'cause
one of them is to leave for Tasmania tomorrow for the holiday season. She
was the only one in the office who don't drink, so they asked her to come
along and be the designated driver.
It's about 1:00 in the morning and the temperature was dipping below zero.
Even with our overcoat and sweater, the cold is starting to bite in. With
our van parked right in front of the joint, I suggested we can get in the
van to get out of the cold.
``OK,'' she replied. ``You drove this thing around town?''
``Yeah. We hit a couple of strip joints downtown, and almost a few cars
too!''
She returned a big grin. I turned on the radio for some background music. I
found myself sat there, staring into her hazel eyes, mesmerized. I didn't
know what to say, just staring at her. She didn't seem to care for any
conversation either. So, we just sat there listening the ``White Christmas''
on the radio. I reached over to get nearer to her. She closed her eyes. Our
lips met. Our tongues were exploring each other as we tightly embraced each
other as if our lives depends on it.
As my left hand held on to the back of her head, I let my right hand move
beneath her overcoat and sweater. One by one, the buttons of her blouse was
undone. She let out a low moan as her bra was unhooked in front. Her nipples
grew hard and erect as I massage her breasts, running my thumb over the hard
tips, squeezing them gently. Our breathing is getting shorter as her hands
found my belt buckle and
undid it. My right hand now moves lower over her stomach as we both lowered
ourselves on to the floor of the van. She unzip my pants and pulled my
shorts and pants to my knees, releasing a fully erect penis. I kicked off
my shoes to let her remove my pants the rest of the way. I turned around,
straddling her face. She moaned quietly as she slowly takes the dick in. As
I unzip and remove her pants, she flicked her tongue around the tip of my
dick. As I slowly roll down her drenched panty, she was taking my whole dick
in. Gently, I rubbed her hard clits, sticking one, then two fingers up her
cunt. She purred with approval as she sucked hard on my penis.
Her tongue reached out for more as it flicked pass my balls and around to
the edge of my asshole. Now I replace my fingers with my sensitive tongue,
drinking in her juice. I gues I do drink after all. We were sweating in our
heavy overcoats, but was enjoying the 69 too much to bother. We just lifted
the bottom of the sweaters and shirts enough out of our way.
She bucked and twisted as my tongue searches its way inside her. I removed
my dick from her mouth as it was about to come. She reluctantly gave it up
as a baby from her bottle. Kneeling on my knees now, I spread her legs,
lifting them about my waist. She grabbed on tight, pulling me in. The head
of my dick just teased her cunt as I let it rub all around her lips. This
was driving her crazy as she moaned,``FUCK me. Please.'' Being not one who
refuses requests from a friend, I slid the whole six inch into her. She let
out a scream, wrapping her legs even tighter around my waist. It didn't take
long before she climaxed into a frenzy of orgasm. A few seconds later I
followed, shooting my load deep inside her.
I just laid on top of her exhausted, my dick still inside her.
``The weatherman predicts fog with sunny periods today, highs around 6
and lows at -2. Right now the temperature is -1, at 2 o'clock Sunday
morning...'' As the radio annoucer goes on, I kissed her gently.
``I guess we better get dressed,'' I suggested.
Quietly, we put our pants back on. She tidied her blouse and hair.
``Do you have time tomorrow night?''
``Sure. Here, call me tomorrow, OK?''
``For sure.''
The rest of the guys gathered back at the van a bit later, and we headed for
home about 2:30 in the morning.
``Had a great evening, bud?''
``Not bad.''
``Thanks a million for driving us.''
``No sweat. Any time.''
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