Chapter 8 The Car Ride

Samuel Pov

When Oliva told me she wanted to make plans to see each other again, I was over the moon.  This ideal woman is suitable for my world, and she brings value to the Wizton family name.

I smiled at her and said, "there is a gala this weekend, would you like to accompany me there?"  In that moment I held my breath hoping beyond hope that she would agree.  Oliva smiled and said, "I would love too."  My heart skipped a beat when she said yes.  I smiled from ear to ear and said, "Great, I will pick you up at six."

With a renewed sense of accomplishment, I called my driver and had him meet us at the front of the restaurant.  When the car arrives and comes to a stop.  I opened the door for Oliva and she gracefully slides in and I then follow her.  I instructed the driver to take us back to Wizton Corp.

My heart is racing a mile a minute as we are sitting in the backseat of the car.  I know this is a bold move on my part but, I decided to put up the partition between the driver and the backseat.  I wanted some alone time with Oliva.  

Oliva smiled seductively, comfirming that she wanted this too.  As soon as the partition was up, Oliva took the initiative.  Oh, my.  She straddled me and whispered softly into my ear, "I wanted to do this during lunch."

Oliva slowly, intimately took her hands flirtatiously down my chest pausing at my inner thigh.  She smiled erotically as she found my bulge painfully growing beneath my slacks.  Oliva started caressing and stroking.  Oh, that feels so damn good.  I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards, slightly just to enjoy the sensation Oliva was bring to my cock.

I grabbed onto her hips to steady her as I positioned my face in between her cleavage.  I started sucking, licking and biting her, softly.  I can feel heat surging up my body.  Then the next moment Oliva starts dry humping me.  Oh, yeah, I am so turned on right now.  I know if Oliva doesn't stop grinding on me, I just might take her right here and right now!

We arrived at Wizton Corp. parking garage, I whispered to Oliva, "If we don't stop now, I will take you in this backseat of this car."  As my cock is tingling, I say as I am gasping for air, "I don't want our first time together, to be like this."  I want to charmer her off her feet.

In the next breath I say, "I want to wine and dine you like a proper lady you are."  Did I want her to stop, hell no.  I wanted to fuck her brains out and have Oliva screaming my name for hours.

Before, we got out of the car, Oliva straightened her hair and dress.  She touched up her smeared lips.  I straightened my suit and tie and then, I opened the car door.  I got out and gave, Oliva my hand and helped her out.

Oliva says with a captivating smile, "my driver is over there, he has been waiting for me to get back."  I leaned in and softly pecked Oliva's cheek and quietly said, "until next time."  Then I walked to my private elevator that takes me to my office directly.  Which of course is a good thing, as I still have a swollen cock that I need to attend to.

Oliva Morton Pov

When Samuel asked me to go to the gala I was overjoyed.  I had not planned on going to the gala.  But since Samuel asked.  I would not miss this in the world.  I will be on Samuel's arm all night. 

High society will be seeing me with Samuel as well as influential dignitaries.  By the end of the night, the reporters will be linking me to Samuel, the most eligible bachelor in the city, is now taken by Oliva Morton.  I can see the headlines flashing before my eyes. 

I have so little time left to get a gown lined up.  Plus, my hair styled, my nails done.  I also have to have a makeup artist on stand-by.  Oh, my, I cannot wait for the day of the gala to get here.

Samuel leads me to the car that is parked on the street in front of the restaurant.  I slip in and he follows.  Samuel directs the driver to take us back to Wizton Corp.  Of course, that is where my driver is waiting for me.

The next moment I noticed Samuel rolling up the partition between the backseat of the driver.  I gave him a sweet, approving smile.  I think this just got very interesting at least for me. 

As soon as the partition was up, I made the first move.  I straddled Samuel, and I whipered in his ear, "this is what I wanted to do to you at lunch."  I ran my hand down his hard masculine chest.  Oh, my goodness.  I wanted to do more, but I restrained myself.

I found his inner thigh and then his huge bulge in his pants.  Oh my goddess, I started stroking.  Samuel started moaning.  The next thing I know, Samuel grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me closer to his face.  He has my cleavage in his mouth.  Oh my, I am getting wet.  Samuel is sucking, licking and softly biting, is taking place.  I cannot stand it anymore.  I started dry humping him, just to get some needed relief.

As the car is coming into the parking garage of Wizton Corp.  Samuel whispers in my ear, in a husky voice, "we need to stop, or I am going to take you right her in the car."

I was thinking that it would not be too uncomfortable.  Samuel then said, "he wanted our first time to be proper."  So, I stopped, unwillingly I might add.  I fixed my dress and my hair as best as I could.  Took out my compact mirror and fixed the smudged lip stick.

Samuel got out first, and like a gentleman, he helped me out of the car.  I told Samuel that my driver is waiting for me.  Samuel gave me a soft, gentle kiss on my cheek and whispered, "until next time."

Samuel walked to his private elevator, I walked to my waiting car.  I slid into the backseat, retrieved my phone and text my father, the lunch went very well.  Another date is scheduled for this weekend.  Father text back, excellent.  Now, it is just a matter of time, when I become, Mrs. Oliva Wizton.