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JAMES AND THE LIMOUSINE by Janey (A little story for someone special!)

“Bloody snow! I hate snow,” Simone cursed as she set about clearing the build up of snow and ice that had built up on her car windscreen whilst she had been at work for the day. To make matters worse she was late leaving after starting several hours early so that she could liase with various contacts abroad. Twelve or fourteen hour days she could handle, but she’d been there for almost eighteen hours and all she wanted was a hot bath and bed. Instead she had been told to attend a party. Nothing fancy, just a little P.R. for Manic Street Preachers. Martin had initially accepted her refusal on the grounds that she was too tired, but then James had arrived at the offices and insisted that a good night out would be just what she needed to make her smile.
This had happened to her several time since she joined Hall or Nothing almost two years ago so now she always made sure that she had at least one change of clothes and accessories in her locker. She also kept make-up and hair products so that she could make herself look presentable without having to go home. Now here she was in a tight mini skirt, black blouse and high heels, tottering around in arctic conditions with Goosebumps in places she never knew you could get them, as she shivered in the cold.
“Simone!” called a voice that she recognised. “Come with me. The car’s nice and warm and you’ll get frostbite out there if you’re not careful.”

It was James and he was grinning that wonderfully mischievous and sexy grin of his that made women melt and become gibbering wrecks. He had stepped out of the limousine and was walking towards her.
“I need my car to get me back here tomorrow,” she said rubbing her hands together and blowing on them to try to get them warm.
“I’ll not take ‘no’ for an answer,” he said as he took her arm gently by the elbow and guided her to the waiting car. “Your car is locked isn’t it?”
“Yes. The doors are bloody frozen!” she snapped, then she started laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. “Don’t ask me how I was going to get in. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. As it was I had to borrow someone’s ice scraper.” Then she brandished the scraper in the air.
“Go on, climb in.” She tottered into the limo, a combination of nerves and being unable to feel her feet properly from the freezing temperatures. Eventually she settled and got comfortable, and James gave her his jacket to wear. “You’ll soon warm up.”
“Thanks. I could do without this,” she looked at James as she said those words inferring it was his fault.
“I wanted you to be there Simone. Surely you know why?” James appeared thoughtful. “I needed to see you away from that bloody office.”
“So you invite me to a PR night? I’m sure you could do better than that James.”
“I was too nervous to ask you for a drink or to go to the pictures. At least at a PR bash I know I’d be able to talk with you. I just want to get to know you.”
“Then why haven’t you spoken with me at the others that I’ve attended? That one last week for instance; I was stood right next to you but you just stared at me without saying a word.” Simone’s voice had an edge to it, even though his wonderful brown eyes were making her melt and his nervousness was so endearing. She had to be so careful. She had had a thing about James for many, many years. When she learned she had been accepted at Hall or Nothing, specifically working closely with Martin and the Manics, she had barely been able to contain her delight.
“I’d spent all night attempting to talk with you and to tell you how beautiful you looked but people kept grabbing me and taking me away. When I finally got near you, I wanted to be with you so much that my words wouldn’t come out.” He leaned over to her and kissed her warmly but chastely, then looked at her with smouldering eyes. “I know you feel it too. I see the way you stare at me and undress me with those dirty eyes of yours. The way you teasingly flirt around me.”
Simone giggled nervously, “I thought I’d hidden it so well.”
“Think again.”

This time as his mouth captured hers, his tongue probed into her mouth and he pulled her now warm body into his as his hands gripped her arse under the tiny skirt. Simone returned his hot kisses with enthusiasm as she played with the buttons on his shirt. She had never been this forward with a man before, yet right now she didn’t care about that. Being with James felt right and she wanted to make him feel good. James then skilfully manoeuvred her beneath him, pushing his jacket out of the way and then raising her blouse to expose her bra.
“James…” Simone said as she nodded in the direction of the partition in the limo.
“Don’t worry,” James sighed thickly as his fingers made light work of the front fastener of her bra. “They can’t see us or hear us. Relax and enjoy.”
Simone couldn’t protest even if she had wanted to as James then took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it keenly. She lowered a hand to his groin and began fondling his throbbing dick over the fabric of his expensive designer trousers, making him growl over her chest, before James then moved it out of the way.
“Steady on babe,” he whispered hungrily. “You keep touching me like that and I’ll cum in these and that might be hard to explain away.” Simone was about to complain, but then winked at him and placed her hands over her head, out of the way instead. James laughed a deep, dirty laugh as he deftly opened the zipper of her skirt and tugged it off her slowly, enjoying the way she was watching him as he watched her. He gave her ‘that look’ as he saw the dampness on her flesh coloured, flimsy lace thong.

“Do you like what you see James?” Simone asked huskily as she opened her legs a little wider. She felt heady and intoxicated from the touch and smell of him. She had never been so brazen, but the bolder she was, the more turned on she grew. “Why don’t you touch me? I’d like you to.”
“You’re so wet already,” he said as his ran a finger delicately over the wet material, making her sigh and move a little as he rubbed over her hard eager bud. Enjoying the way she writhed beneath him, he increased the pressure slightly and concentrated on circling her engorged clit with his finger; watching as the dampness on her thong spread further and further and her breathing grew shallower and shallower. Then abruptly he stopped and Simone glared at him as she panted heavily. “Time to take these off, I think.”
“Yes.” Simone answered simply, unable to say much more and then watched with wide eyes as he unceremoniously discarded the flimsy thong in a hurry. He then guided her nearer to the edge of the seat and replaced his skilful finger with his very skilful tongue making Simone pant his name and that made him smile.

Simone quivered as his tongue flicked over her hard nub making her feel almost light-headed as her stomach had butterflies and her pussy throbbed so hard it almost hurt. She raised her hips as she felt the first flush of her orgasm building within her and she knew by the way that James gazed at her, that he was aware of her impending climax too.
James held her hips down as he increased the pressure his tongue was applying and also inserted a couple of fingers inside her that he began thrusting keenly. Her legs started to quiver uncontrollably, and James had to increase his grip on her to hold her hips down as she cried out and dug her hands into the leather of the limousine seat. James groaned too as her climax hit her and continued to lap at her, driving her from one orgasm to another until she was begging James to stop.
With her body still spasming from the tiny shocks running through it, James kissed his way up to her neck, where he nuzzled and nibbled as he felt her pulse, still raging, beneath his tongue. Then he lay back and watched as she recovered, occasionally tenderly stroking her, until her breathing was back to normal.
“I take it you’ve never had anyone give you a multiple orgasm before?” he smiled as he kissed her eyelids and hugged her close to him.
“I never believed they existed until now,” she sighed. “I can’t explain how intense it all was. I thought I was going mad.”
“Only with happiness I hope.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as he gazed at her. “There’s more to come, if you’ll excuse the pun! But right now, we need to get dressed. We’ll be there soon.”
“Well I’ll have to go knickerless,” Simone giggled. “My thong is much too wet for me to wear.”
“Now I’m going to walking around all night with a hard on as I imagine your bare naked pussy underneath that little mini skirt,” he sighed as he kissed Simone’s cheek. “I may just have to slide my hand up for a quick grope.”
“Or we could just go straight to mine and ignore this party.”
“Have you ever been on the receiving end of one of Martin’s ‘blow outs’?” asked James and Simone shook her head as she smiled. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to either, and if I don’t turn up, my life will not be worth living.”

Inside James stayed close to Simone as much as he could, making no secret of the fact that they had arrived together or how he felt about her. He had been giving her a quick kiss when Nicky and Sean had walked over to say hello, and both of them seemed genuinely happy for James and Simone.
After a couple of hours James told Martin that he was taking Simone home.
“What you really mean James,” he mused, “is that your dick’s twitching and you need to shag her. Can’t you exercise a little self control?”
“Martin she’s tired. I’ll take her home and she’ll be back at work tomorrow. Of course if you are such a caring boss,” taunted James with a glint in his eyes, “you would tell her to take tomorrow off to recover from all the hours she’s been working lately.”
“And of course she wouldn’t be spending all day in bed shagging you would she?” Martin said with irony.
“I couldn’t possibly comment,” laughed James. “I have no idea what might happen.”
“Like hell you don’t. I’ve seen the way you keep touching her and smirking at her. Just remember the condoms James and don’t hurt her or you’ll have me to answer to,” Martin was very serious now. “She’s a great girl and if you fuck her up so help me god, your feet will not touch the floor for a month of Sundays!”
“Ok, Ok. I get the message.”
“Well bring her over before you go and I’ll tell her she can take the day off,” Martin said as his voice warmed a little and a smile spread across his mouth. “Oh and James?”
“What?”
“You two do look good together.”

As the limousine began its journey back to Simone’s home, she pushed James back on to the long side seat, took off her mini skirt, straddled his legs and undid the zip and top catch of his trousers. “You must feel very restricted in these pants,” she drawled as her hands started pulling them off, James raising his hips to make things easier for her. She pushed them down to his knees and then James used his feet to kick them off and tore off his shirt too.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked as Simone smiled as his erection sprang free.
“I’m very impressed. In fact,” she said huskily as she took off her blouse and bra, “The rumours don’t do you justice. Fuck James, you’re so big.”
“Don’t look so scared!” he laughed. “As long as you’re wet enough I won’t hurt you.”
“Wet? Hell I flooded just seeing it.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about do we?”
“No we don’t,” she winked as she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the head of his hard, stiff dick several times and watched the expressions running across James’ face.
“Take me right into your mouth Simone. Let me feel you suck me.”

Simone almost came right then, hearing James talk like that with her was so erotic. She ran her tongue up and down his considerable length and then took him deep into her mouth. Hell he was huge. It wasn’t just his length; it was the girth of his dick too. Simone had never come across anything quite like it before. He tasted wonderful; masculine, salty and sexy, and felt so great too. The hard, firmness of his throbbing cock and the soft, warm, satin smooth foreskin.
Simone softly touched his balls as she sucked his dick deeply, her mouth sucking and also kissing his dick. James’ hands were tugging at her hair as he smirked at her lasciviously, his arousal building as he watched her work her magic with her tongue. He reached behind, grabbed his jacket and then fumbled inside his jacket, took out a pack, and handed it to Simone.
“I want to be inside your wet, dripping, warm pussy Simone. I want to feel your muscles contract around my dick and make me cum,” he purred as Simone tore off the cellophane and took out the condom.
“I love it when you talk dirty like that,” Simone murmured as she placed the condom over his dick. “It really turns me on.”
“Good, I like you being turned on. That’s what I want.” James pulled her down onto him and thrust his tongue into her mouth with an animal urgency. He then slowly turned her so that she was on her side next to him, and then again so he was above her. “I am going to fuck you, but I won’t hurt you ok?”
“I know you won’t James,” she sighed as she scraped her fingers over his back. “I want to feel you inside me. Fucking me and filling me. Make me scream in pleasure James.”

Simone squealed into his mouth as James entered her whilst giving her a deep passionate kiss, with his tongue exploring every part of her mouth. She dug her nails into him with the initial onslaught, but as he settled into her and began to thrust slowly and steadily, the shock at the size of him disappeared and pure pleasure took over. He wasn’t hurting her, but she was acutely aware of every movement he made. No matter how small it may be.
“You’re so wet babe,” gasped James into her breasts as he nuzzled on a hard, red nipple. “So slick and warm. I could fuck you all night.”
“James I’d love you to. You cock is driving me crazy. Please, fuck me harder. I want to feel everything.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you Simone,” he grunted as he thrust a little deeper and harder to gauge her response. “Was that ok?”
“Fuck that was wonderful,” Simone gasped, curling his hair around her fingers as she thrust her nipple into his mouth once more.

James thrust hard into her again as he bit down on her nipple and made her cry out. He looked at her, concerned he’d been too rough but she smiled at him and guided his mouth back down again. Simone lifted her legs over his hips and ground her groin against his, telling him breathlessly how hot he was making her and that she could sense her orgasm approaching.
“I want your wetness dripping over me,” James grunted.
“Keep fucking me James. Don’t stop.” Simone urged.
“You say that like I have a choice,” he smirked at her as he thrust even harder and deeper into her and Simone gasped and scraped her nails over him.
“Fuck yes,” she cried. “I love it like that James.”
They gazed at one another as James thrust rhythmically, his face contorted in a strange mix of pleasure and physical exertion; his brow laced with sweat, just like his chest and muscles which glistened sensually in the light in the back of the limo. His rippling muscles really stood out as he thrust into her. Age had been kind to James. The older he became the better he looked both facially and physically. More woman than ever now tried to get James into their bed. Even those who considered him to be a ‘skinny ferret’ and quite geeky in his younger days, now lusted after him with a vengeance. When they started out it was Nicky and Richey who had security to stop women getting into their hotels. Then it was Nicky on his own when Richey went away. Now it was James.

“James I’m going to cum,” yelled Simone.
“Oh cum for me babe,” he crowed as he leaned back so he could watch her. He watched as her face flushed and her chest heaved. She dug her fingers into the upholstery as she started uttering lots of incoherent noises. Her legs tightened around him and she thrust her hips as high into his as she could. “Don’t fight it baby. Let me feel you.”
“Keep fucking me James,” she begged. James thrust again and shivered as her muscles started to quiver and twitch around him.
“Oh yes babe,” he shouted feeling the pulsing starting in his cock. A couple more deep, deep thrusts and they yelled and spasmed together. Clinging fervently to each other as the liquid heat overtook their senses. His dick was being carried further in its euphoria by Simone’s orgasm.
They groaned and moaned together as their bodies recovered; holding each other lovingly; stroking and caressing tenderly. James hissed as he took off the condom and put it back in its packet.
“Is it me or have we stopped moving?” queried Simone.
“We have. I guess that means we’re at your place,” smiled James as he kissed her.
“Umm,” she sighed languidly and then giggled as she added, “I could ask you in for a coffee but you might think I’m a bit forward.”
“I promise not to hold it against you,” he smiled in return.
“Perhaps you could hold something else against me instead!”
“Is there anything in particular that you would like?”
“Oh I’m sure I could think of something.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it for one minute you wicked, wicked woman!” Simone tried to protest but James anticipated and captured her mouth in a kiss.

They had a whole night of passion ahead of them. After all, Simone had the day off now.

THE END.

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