A Chauffeur's Tale

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My boss instructed me that this job was for one of our best customers. The job was an evening one for his wife. First, take the best car, and make sure the car bodywork is spotlessly clean. Then, do a full valet of the car interior, no slacking, no shortcuts, UNDERSTOOD! Yes, Boss.

I did the entire work to impress these clients, spotless car inside and out, a fresh white shirt, an intelligent blue tie, and the best hat—black leather driving gloves. In addition, I ensured I arrived on the intelligent drive precisely at the scheduled time.

The Lady came to the door on an early spring evening and was in her forties or early fifties. Although, she's. Nevertheless, she had undoubtedly maintained herself and spent their money wisely on her elegant attire, oozing class. The Lady wore a knee-length cocktail dress, black evening gloves and an expensive shawl to protect herself from the evening chill.

The Lady walked elegantly to the car. I swiftly opened the passenger rear door. She said,' 'Good Evening', sat on the seat, and swung both legs onto the chair. Best Swiss Finishing school fashion!!!

But I did get a look at her legs. Very nice. I am sure she saw me looking but did not rush to pull her dress down. So I set off driving and asked where she was going.

"It's one of the usual worthy circuits of an endless whirl of worthy charity events", she replied. " The same people, same food, same boring chit chat...but hopefully some new scandalous indiscreet juicy gossip! The Lady giggled, "it is the only thing that possibly makes these evenings bearable".

I established that her husband was not with her because "He does not do this sort of thing at all, but I have his credit card. So I will make sure he makes a ridiculously generous donation to the Charity.

We arrived at the expensive restaurant where the event was, which reeked of money. Cars and taxis were dropping off guests all the time. But, like me, a couple of other chauffeurs would wait for their clients. So we will be waiting for a couple of hours. But we could chat playing the traditional Drivers game of 'who has the worst/most obnoxious clients to pass the time!


The Lady left the event early, well before the scheduled finish time.


I saw her walking towards the car, unsteady and slightly flushed.

I opened the car door for her "'Good Evening, Madam'".

"Driver was leaving" She swung back into the car, this time giving me a full flash of her fine legs. "One could not stand it any more. There are only so many times one can feign interest in hearing about Lady Venetia's BORING BORING Holidays!" The statement was venomous.


I set off, and we would be back earlier than expected from this job.


After 20 minutes of silence, I thought I should ask," Will your husband be waiting for you?"

"No," she said in a slurred voice," His Lordship is out gambling with our, should I tell my money, and will no doubt drop in to visit his latest young tart for a quick fuck before he eventually comes home. His endless string of young female 'Distractions', as he calls them, ceased to hurt me or bother me years ago."

How do you reply to that? I kept driving and said nothing. Then I asked, "why do you stay?". I wondered why I had.

We were only twenty minutes from her house when the Lady said ' Driver, pull over, please ". There was a lane over to the left, and I drove down it immediately. Although, as a driver, you don't waste time asking, cleaning a car after a sick passenger is an unpleasant task!


Concerned looked back and inquired," are you OK, madam?" Yes, Driver, I am fine. But I do not go home just yet. "Do you want me to put the radio on? " I asked.
"No, I would like it if we could talk" The Lady indicated that I should sit next to her in the back seat, which I did.


Then followed a couple of minutes of little chat. But I could feel the electricity rising and could cut the tension with a knife!

We were now sitting in the back seat, excited in anticipation. The Lady pulled me by the tie, followed by an open mouth full kiss from her. She whispered, " Drunken car back seat gropes in a car are just so deliciously wanton and seedy ... ooooh debauched!" We were passionately kissing by now. I cautiously put my hand on her knee and gingerly rubbed her thigh. The Lady impatiently moved my hand to her white flesh above her stocking, then onto her crotch. I felt her excitement through the tips of my black gloves. She was shuddering with the touch of the cold black leather, electricity tingling through her body. The pussy juice was seeping through her french silk panties, and I noticed the dampness spotting through her dress.

There was that delicious aroma of expensive perfume mixed with that of excited pussy permeating the car. I moved my hands into her panties, my fingertip feeling for her eager mound, and then I found the willing opening. The lady wiggled her hips, then raised her bum to wriggle out of her panties. She writhed them down, but they stuck on her heels. I gingerly removed them from her ankles over her heels, her not to tear her panties while we both giggled uncontrollably. We kissed passionately, I moved my gloved hand to my mouth and slowly licked her pussy juice off my finger. Then licked and soaked the other fingers in full view of the lady. I massaged the Lady's thigh with my wet hand, then slowly inserted two fingers. My saliva and the Lady's pussy juices had lubricated her well.

The Lady's whole body was quivering with uncontrolled sensual pleasure. I gradually upped the speed of my figures and pressed my fingers deeper into her damp pleasure zone. With the other hand, I was stroking her mound, close to her clit. I was hearing her heavy breathing, feeling her anxious gyrations. I stopped, then rubbed again, quicker, then quicker again.


Then she came, an anxious squeal, followed immediately by a low, loud moan. The Lady's body then arched like a cat before relaxing back on the seat.

By now, the Lady had unfastened my trousers and was holding my cock "Golly", she said with a very drunk giggle ", I will need to use both hands for THIS!"

It was now mutual raw lust, both of us rubbing and fingering. First, the Lady's hands skilfully worked his stiff shaft, then his tightening balls. Next, he felt the soft material of her evening gloves. Then her finger ends deliciously, gently scratching my balls. I let out an uncontrolled loud gasp of pleasure.

Funny what random thoughts come into your mind during sex. I remember thinking I don't have a job tomorrow until lunchtime, luckily. But I will now need to re-valet the car upholstery. WHOOAH 'Oh Fuck' I exclaimed loudly. The Lady had sensed my temporary lack of attention. First, she skillfully licked my stiff shaft and the red tip of my erect cock with her tongue. Next, she frantically upped the tempo she was applying to my cock with her hands. Then from nowhere from her cultured, polite mouth issued a stream of profane filth worthy of a back alley prostitute. The shock I felt hearing this was amazing, and then the skilful hands produced the expected warm white eruption of my semen.

I uttered a low guttural moan, then the joyous feeling of relief from the frustration as my sperm finally flowed. I groaned, and the Lady slowly withdrew her hand. I was panting.

The animal lust in both of us had subsided, but the aroma of sex still permeated the car.
We were still sitting in the back seat. We said nothing, but then we broke the awkward silence.

Suddenly the Lady briskly opened the rear door, got out, and then elegantly got into the passenger seat: she moved the rearview window to see to brush her hair, rearrange her clothing and carefully re-apply her lipstick. But I noticed she had wiped her evening gloves down the front of her black dress. The white stains were noticeable.

I fastened my trousers up, then drove the car for 15 minutes to take the lady home.

Eventually, Lady spoke in her calm, reserved tones. The slurred voice had mysteriously disappeared. "People like us don't split up. We just smile serenely and stick it out. One hopes to just strike back with an occasional little victory of one's own over him. If he sees my dress hung up on my wardrobe door for the next few days, one might hope its condition might provoke a little pang of jealousy in him. I know I should feel guilty about one's shocking behaviour, but sorry, I do not. If that makes one a wrong person, then so be it ".

We drove back, exchanging polite pleasantries. The aircon was on, bringing in the fresh air and clearing the smell of sex. But not completely.

I noticed in the rearview mirror that my white shirt collar had a full lipstick mark—a souvenir for me.

As we drove up the drive, The Lady said," One assumes the Firm has a pool of drivers. So if we book your firm again, you will not necessarily be my driver, correct?"

“Yes, madam, it will depend on who is down on the rota/schedule for your next event. But you could ask for me, John, to drive you?” I responded, hopefully.

We had now stopped in her drive. I got out of the car and walked round to open her door. But, as ever, she elegantly got out of the vehicle. Her only words were, 'Thank you, driver'. Then she got out slightly unsteadily.

I looked back onto the back seat, and her used black panties were still there. My second souvenir

The Lady walked away towards her front door, and she had regained her natural poise and elegance. Before she got there, she then turned, looked back at me, smiled enigmatically and said

" perhaps?....perhaps.?... perhaps?

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