Bobby's Birthday

It was Friday, and it was Bobby's birthday. I'd started the tradition some time ago, at my wife's prodding, of taking all of the secretaries out for dinner on each of t heir birthdays. It wasn't a hardship with only four of them in my work group, and taking them all to celebrate seemed a nice way of showing them that I cared. Bobby was the youngest of the group, turning twenty-four. She was slender, well constructed in all the right places, a little on the flirty side, at least with me, and always dressed in things that were very nice looking. I rather think she could put a potato sack on her young body and make it look sexy.

All of these were reasons that I found her attractive and they were also all reasons I made sure to severely limit any time alone with her. Not that I was at all worried that I'd take advantage of her. I'm a happily married man after all. I was more concerned that she would misconstrue something I said or did into something it wasn't, or that someone would interpret time alone and in close proximity to her as me being inappropriate, even though that wasn't the case. For that reason, my office door was ALWAYS left open when any of them were in my office alone with me. I guess that was also part of my rationale for taking all of them to dinner rather than just the birthday girl. It was just best to play it safe!

I wouldn't call myself their boss, but they worked for the department and I was, after all, the department head. For all practical purposes June, my executive assistant was really their boss. That doesn't mean that I didn't work with all of them from time to time on various issues, but then a lot of the men in the engineering department could say the same thing.

Anyway, there it was, Friday and Bobby's birthday. I always let the birthday girl pick, and she chose a nice little authentic Mexican place that served half-price margaritas on Friday nights. I wasn't a drinker, so it really didn't matter all that much to me, but the girls seemed to enjoy their drinks. I couldn't help but notice that all four of them seemed to get a bit more flirty as the number of margaritas consumed, increased. I wasn't sure whether it was because they WANTED to flirt with me, or if it was because I ended up blushing frequently at their flirtations that set them all off giggling. It wasn't that we never drank alcohol at these functions, but this was the first time I'd seen them consume the amount they had that night.

June, the oldest, only a few years younger than my own fifty-two years, sat almost directly across from me in the circular booth. She was idly playing with the buttons on her blouse, first unbuttoning one and then buttoning it back absentmindedly, almost as if she didn't realize she was doing it. By the time our food arrived, she'd killed her second large margarita and left three more buttons undone than when she'd walked in, exposing her cleavage all the way down to the little clasp holding the two lacy cups of her bra together.

Sheryl, on a bet from Bobby and Mandy, had successfully removed her bra while sitting next to me in the booth without removing her semi-sheer blouse. Her bra, lying in my lap, had been restraining a rather large set of soft-looking breasts, one of which was bumping into my arm every time she leaned toward the middle of the table to get more salsa or chips. At thirty-six she was quite sexy and had a voluptuous body by anyone's standards. If I'd had to guess, I'd have guessed she was a thirty-six D-cup, but now that I could see the label of the bra lying in my lap, I wasn't all that surprised to see that it was a thirty-eight triple-D. I was secretly glad she and I were sitting with our backs to the rest of the restaurant, since I was quite sure her now-unrestrained breasts were showing through her top more than would be appropriate.

Mandy, whose thirty-second birthday we'd celebrated only a few weeks before, was the giggliest of the group. She was also just killing her second margarita when they brought dinner. Mandy had always been the most bubbly and, yes, giggly, of the girls at almost every one of these dinners. She was athletically slender with a modest-sized chest and short cropped blonde hair and green eyes that seemed to laugh as much as she did. No matter what was happening at work, you could count on her to look for the bright side and make some joke about it. I don't think I ever saw her without a smile on her face.

Dinner, having arrived, seemed to put a damper on some of the conversation, which had turned slightly more toward the sexual innuendo side, as they consumed the unusually large drinks. Not saying that I was against sexual talk, or that I didn't enjoy it in the right setting. I just wasn't sure that this was the right setting or, more to the point, a setting where I wouldn't still get myself in trouble if I made a joke that was too off-color. Each time June leaned toward the table to take another bite, her breasts pressed against the edge of the table and pushed up in her bra, accentuating the ample cleavage she was already showing me. I couldn't help but see it because she was almost right across from me, and because I was having a hard time believing it wasn't on purpose. I also couldn't I seem to control the hardening of my cock! Between Mandy's soft breast frequently pressing against my arm and June teasing me with her cleavage, all I could do was hope that the offending bulge would somehow diminish before it was time to leave. I hoped it would, since there was a zero chance that, in their condition, it wouldn't be noticed and commented on.

My hope that no one had yet noticed was very short lived as Sheryl twisted in her seat, pressing her right breast against my arm as she leaned toward me to whisper in my ear, "Is someone thinking naughty thoughts?" just before I felt her left hand slip into my lap and rub lightly over the bulge hiding under the discarded bra.

"Huh? Me? Um, no!" I answered awkwardly, trying to think about anything but the fingers touching my dick through my dress pants and the hardness of the nipple pressing against my arm.

"You sure? Seems like something is getting interested in someone," she whispered, her breath ticking my ear and sending shivers through my body, which was just exacerbating the problem.

"Not me," I said, trying hard to ignore her fingers slowly, teasingly, softly, stroking along the length of the bulge in my slacks and the hardening cock within.

"Ohhhh. I thought maybe you were looking at June's nice big boobs," she whispered.

"Sheryl, this really isn't appropriate," I said quietly to her, slipping my right hand under the table and gently moveing her hand from my dick.

"No, but it's fun, right?" she giggled. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop," she whispered with a fake pout as she turned back to the table and withdrew her hand from my lap.

"Thank you," I whispered, leaning over toward her. "And I think you probably better lay off the margaritas! I don't know what's gotten into you four today!"

She turned and grinned at me before turning back to her food again. "We're just feeling good. Just like you feel kinda good to me. You know, one of these days I'm gonna have to find a way to see that special hardware of yours," she said quietly before going back to eating.

"I don't think that'd be at all appropriate."

"Oh Denver, you really can be a spoil sport, you know that? Can't a girl dream a little?"

"Why dream about me? There's lots of good looking engineers you can be dating."

"Yeah. But they aren't sexy like you," she said with a grin again, pressing herself against my arm again, her hand finding its way back to my lap to squeeze my thigh.

"I'm an old man, Sheryl. Not to mention a married man," I said quietly, not wanting the whole restaurant to hear us.

"You know what they say about older men: you haven't been fucked until you've been fucked by an experienced lover," she said with another giggle, more than loud enough for everyone at our table and the tables around us to hear her.

"What's this?" Bobby asked, from where she was sitting across the gap in the bench seat. "Is Sheryl flirting with you?"

"Nope!" Sheryl said almost proudly. "I am most certainly doing a hell of a lot more than flirting!"

"You are so bad!" June said from across the table, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"You should talk, mama bear! You're showing more than a little cleavage there, which, by the way, has done wonders for the bulge in his pants!"

"Sheryl!" I said quickly. "Really? Can't you keep it down?"

She looked at me and giggled. Leaning toward the table, she whispered to the other three, "He's got a pretty damn good hardon going, watching June's boobs poking out of her shirt at him."

"Okay okay. Enough about me," I said quietly. "Or this might be the last time we do this, okay?"

"Spoilsport," Sheryl said from next to me.

Fortunately they heeded the request and conversation turned to other things, though I could feel either Bobby or June rubbing a foot against my leg periodically and Sheryl's hand sliding into my lap any chance she got.

By seven, we were done eating and ready to vacate the restaurant. We walked out into the oppressive summer heat. The short walk from the table to outside, made it was pretty obvious that neither Bobby or Sheryl were in any shape to drive themselves home, not after three of those monster sized Margaritas. I had my concerns about June and Mandy, but they both seemed significantly more sober than Sheryl and Bobby. The Sheryl had already decided she'd stay at Bobby's house, which was in the general direction of my own, so I agreed, somewhat reluctantly, to drop them at Bobby's. I wouldn't say I was completely comfortable with taking two young, drunk women home, especially after all the flirting Sheryl had done, but it was better than leaving them to a Lyft or Uber.

I led them to my SUV and got Bobby into the front seat while Sheryl took the seat behind her. I did my best not to stare at Bobby's bare thighs as her short blue dress hiked up her thighs nearly high enough to let me see her panties as she slid into the seat. I closed the door and looked at Sheryl through the open door, only then realizing just how much her nipples and areola showed through the cream-colored blouse she had on. I closed the door and walked around and climbed in to start the trip home. Bobby gave me a general direction and I headed across town to pick up the two lane highway I'd have to take.

Across town was as slow as usual. Even through rush hour was over, there was still a considerable amount of traffic, and we ended up sitting at stop lights multiple times to get through. As we sat at the lights it was impossible for me to not see, out of the corner of my eye, Bobby, semi-reclined in the bucket seat, one hand stuffed between her legs and the other squeezing and rubbing her left breast through the top of her dress. I tried not to look, but I just couldn't help myself. I looked out of the corner of my eye to not be obvious, but was seeing more than enough to give me a pretty solid hard-on in my pants. After several stop lights the hand in her lap was no longer pressing between her legs outside the skirt, but had moved under the skirt, the hem pulling up her thighs to exposed her completely naked, and completely shaved, pussy. She had pushed her knees apart as far as she could in the confines of the seat, which was more than enough to give me a very good view of her finger teasing up and down her lips and slipping into her depths. I was pretty sure that she'd been seen by the drivers of vehicles stopping next to us, but she didn't seem to care or simply didn't even realize it.

I was glad when we broke free of town and started down highway 160, a modestly wide two lane highway. "God, I thought we'd never get out of town," Bobby said quietly as she pulled her hand from between her legs and sat up. I looked over and saw her reach behind her neck and unzip the top of her blue dress, and then wiggle around in the seat as she worked it up her body and then pulled it off, leaving her sitting in nothing but shoes and her bra, the latter of which disappeared before I could even protest.

"Jesus, Bobby! What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable. You don't mind, do you?" she asked with her characteristic grin, leaning back in the seat again. Now naked, her hands returned to where they had been, one between her spread legs and the other teasing her left breast and nipple. "I'm sooooo fucking horny right now, I could practically come right here in your car."

"God, Bobby. This is so inappropriate!" I protested.

"Only if you tell someone, but why would you want to? I mean, you don't really mind seeing me naked, do you?"

"Well, Bobby, I can't... We can't... God, Bobby!"

"You are so cute when you're flustered. Don't worry, boss, I go naked at home all the time. I hate wearing clothes if I don't have to."

"And you don't think you have to now?"

"Not if you promise not to tell," she giggled. "Wanna know another secret? You gotta promise not to tell any of the guys at work. Promise?"

"Sure, why not?" I said, wondering what she could possibly say that would make this any worse.

"I never wear any panties at work. And sometimes, I get so horny that I sit at my desk and finger my pussy until I come. Wanna know what I think of? You. I finger myself thinking that I'm sitting on your lap at your desk, bouncing up and down on your big, thick cock," she said in a breathless sultry tone.

"God Bobby. That is soooo inappropriate."

"I know. Isn't it? It feels sooo good to be naughty like that," she said as she sat up in the seat. She unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted in the seat, reaching across the center console for my belt.

"What are you doing?" I said, grabbing her hand with one of mine while the other held the steering wheel.

"Just making you more comfortable. I mean, it has to be awfully uncomfortable all bent over like that," she cooed softly, freeing one hand and going back to work on my belt.

"Bobby! We can't be doing this!"

"Sure we can, right Sheryl?"

"Without a doubt!" Sheryl agreed, leaning forward between the seats to watch what Bobby was doing.

She managed to get my belt undone and then the button before working the zipper about halfway down. All that, while I was trying stop her and drive at the same time. "Come on, Denver! Just relax. I promise I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just want to help get you into a more comfortable position."

"Jesus," I swore to myself quietly as I released her hand. "No funny business!" I said sternly, giving in to letting her do what she wanted for the moment.

"No funny business. I promise," she agreed, with that teasing, girlish giggle. She used both hands to pull my zipper down the rest of the way and then spread the front of my slacks apart. I felt her use one hand to pull the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs out from my body before sliding her other hand down into them. I couldn't help but stiffen as she grasped my partly-hard dick and gently teased it out from the bent position down my leg so that it lay up along my body, the head poking out of the waistband. She pulled the waistband down farther, exposing more of my cock to her and Sheryl's view. "Good lord, Denver!" Sheryl said quietly from the back seat.

"Sorry," I apologized, feeling a little embarrassed at having such a hard-on in front of the girls.

"What's to be sorry about?" Bobby asked as she pulled the waistband farther to expose as much of my eight-and-a-half inches as she could. She stroked her hand gently up and down my shaft, making it grow even fatter at her attention.

I reached down and stopped her hand with mine. "No funny business, remember?"

"Yeah, no funny business," she echoed, letting go of my cock and gently settling the waistband so that my mushroom head stuck up out of my briefs. She sat back up and then leaned back toward me again. "You know, that looks awfully uncomfortable. How about letting me fix things a little better?"

"Like how better?" I asked as she started to try and work my pants down over my butt.

She clicked the buckle on my seat belt and then reached across my waist to try and force my pants down farther. "Just let me slide your pants down a little so that it's more comfortable."

"By taking my pants off?" I asked sharply.

"Not off. Just down a little. I mean, I'm already naked, so it's not like there's anything wrong with it."

"There's a lot wrong with it. For one, I'm married!"

"So? It's not like we're having sex or anything," she said softly with a wicked little grin on her face. "Come on. It's just a little bit."

"Oh fine," I relented with frown, realizing that she wasn't going to quit any time soon and with her bent over me this way, it wasn't exactly the easiest to drive. I rocked my hips side to side to allow her to work my pants and briefs down over my butt and down my thighs, my cock now sticking up completely exposed."

"Ohhhhh my god. How have you been hiding that from us?" she asked as she sat back up in the seat. She twisted around in the seat and moved one leg between the seats so that she was leaning against the door with her legs spread wide, her obviously wet pussy lips spreading as well. Her outer lips were round and soft looking, completely shaved, as was her mound. A significant amount of soft dark inner lip protruded, glistening in the fading sunlight. She reached down and spread her pussy lips with one hand and then began to stroke slowly up between them with one finger of her other hand. "You're gonna have to turn soon. When you get to Highway V," she said as she began to stroke her pussy, staring at my hard-on. " But until then, you don't mind if I enjoy the view? Do you?"

"Jesus. You have to do that? Here? Now?"

"Denver, I've been fingered myself off, fantasizing about your cock for months, how can I not, with that monster right in front of me?"

"It's not that big," I answered.

"Oh honey. It so is," she said as her finger began stroking circles around her hard clit, her lips held wide by her other hand. As she worked her pussy I drove, occasionally glancing back to look into the back passenger side seat at Sheryl, who had also hiked her skirt up and taken off her panties, exposing her pinkish pussy lips and tiny, trimmed muff of auburn curls.

"Good lord," I said to myself as I slowed to make the turn onto county highway V, Bobby clearly getting close to climaxing. "Where to now?" I asked as I turned onto the narrow, twisting asphalt road.

"Not far," she answered, distracting herself to look out the windshield for a moment. "I'll tell you when." We only drove a couple miles before she had me turn onto a two-track rut road that led across an old cattle guard.

"You sure this is right?" I asked as we bounced down the well-traveled dirt ruts.

"Yeah. This is the back way in," she answered as she pushed a finger slowly into her pussy, doing it so that I could watch it disappear into her. "Oh fuck, I am so close to climaxing, but I don't want to come all over your seats." She moaned as she stroked the finger in and out of her pussy.

"You can stop here," she said as she looked out the windshield again as we approached a concrete low water bridge crossing a stream a couple dozen feet wide.

"Here?" I asked in surprise, stopping on the concrete apron just before the edge of the stream.

"Uh huh," she answered, quickly pulling her leg from the back seat and twisting around. She opened the door and stepped out completely naked. "Come on!" she called, to us, waving for us to follow as she practically ran to the middle of the crossing through the ankle deep water. She reached the middle and walked down a set of steps molded into the concrete, acting as little waterfalls. To my surprise she stepped down into the stream and was quickly waist deep in the water. "Come on! Don't make me come get you!" she shouted back to us.