His Every Desire

The driver got in the turn lane and stopped for a red light. He pulled out at the green light just as a car blazed through the red light in front of them.

"What do you think you're doing? You are going to get us killed!" Mr. Hayes screamed at the driver. "Get out. I'll drive."

"Sir, I can't allow that. Please sit back and try to relax," the driver said calmly. He took the turn, and the car picked up speed. Mr. Hayes wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Tracy could see perspiration beading on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Jenna was oblivious to Mr. Hayes' obvious discomfort and kept trying to tell him funny stories about her prep school days. He gave her an empty smile, his eyes darting wildly around the cabin of the car.

"You need to be in the other lane. Did you even see that other car? I'm complaining to your supervisor," Mr. Hayes growled at the driver. His hands were white knuckled on his knees. Tracy put a hand on his. She could feel every muscle of his body tense and ready to run. His skin was cold and clammy. She could tell that it was only through sheer force of will that he hadn't jumped out of the car. She had never seen him look so nervous. If she didn't know better, she would have said he looked panicky and terrified. She never thought she would ever see Mr. Hayes look afraid of anything. It broke her heart to see him so distressed.

Tracy turned to Jenna. "Jenna, I think Mr. Hayes needs a little distraction." Tracy pulled Mr. Hayes' face towards hers and kissed him, deeply. He did seem to forget for a moment about not being in control, and ran his hand up her side. Jenna openly stared at them, her lower lip taut between her teeth. "Now, Jenna, why don't you distract him for a moment?"

Jenna smiled like a kid in a candy store, and threw herself at Mr. Hayes. While Tracy's kiss had been slow and sensual, Jenna's kiss was hungry and messy, like they were two teenagers parked at Lover's Lane. It was a stark contrast.

Tracy leaned in, and grabbed Jenna's chin. "This might distract you as well," she said, and leaned across Mr. Hayes, locking lips with Jenna. Tracy noticed how soft Jenna's lips were. Her youthful energy didn't subside for the kiss with Tracy, and soon her tongue was darting in and out of Tracy's mouth. Tracy's hand went to Jenna's hair, tasting the sweetness of Jenna's last drink and her lip gloss.

The kiss was working as a distraction, as the two women stole glances at Mr. Hayes. His eyes were fixed on them, and he was definitely excited. The whites of his eyes no longer flashed and his hands were relaxing against his legs. She wondered how far this kiss was going to go in order to keep him distracted.

She didn't need to worry, after all. For whatever reason, the car swerved. Tracy suspected that there was something in the road or another driver that needed to be avoided. Either way, the driver turned sharply, and Mr. Hayes was released from his trance. "Damn it, you are the worst driver I have ever seen. How did you even get this job?"

The driver didn't even look back, didn't even provide an excuse this time. Jenna kissed Mr. Hayes' cheek, tried to pull him in for another kiss, but his eyes were fixed on the road. The tension was back in his jaw and his eyes flitted around the car cabin looking for the best escape route. The moment was over. They'd have to wait until they got to Jenna's apartment to do any more.

Mr. Hayes nearly bowled Tracy over when the car came to a stop in front of Jenna's high rise apartment building. He bolted out of the car and onto the curb. Tracy could hear him breathing hard as he headed towards the steps. Putting his life in the driver's hands, a complete stranger, was torture for him.

Jenna giggled as she exited the car, still tipsy from the club. "Oh, this place gets bigger every time I come home!" Jenna said, dancing up the stairs. Tracy handed the driver some money and thanked him. She knew that there was no way Mr. Hayes was going to tip him despite the fact that he had done his job well. At least money wasn't an issue for her anymore. She would just get more from him later to make up for it.

By the time that she turned back to the building, the doorman had the door open and Jenna was on her way in. "I love the marble floors of the lobby, too!" She spun in circles, nearly colliding with a man exiting the building. Tracy watched her youthful energy. Tracy knew that she was still young as well, but could she keep up with this?

Mr. Hayes followed, seeming to forget the horrible car ride over here. It did look like it had sobered him up a little bit, though. He was no longer swaying as he walked, now fixated on Jenna as she playfully made her way to the elevator. The three of them got in, and Jenna pushed the button to the top floor. Tracy felt Mr. Hayes began to rub her backside, and she looked over to see that he was doing the same to Jenna. This was definitely going to be a night he never forgot.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jenna skipped down the hall towards her apartment. Mr. Hayes was right behind her, but Tracy caught his arm. He looked at her, questioning.

Tracy smiled. "Enjoy yourself tonight, but don't forget: this is a one time experience. Don't make any promises you can't keep."

Mr. Hayes smiled and nodded. Jenna opened the door to her apartment, and immediately took her shoes off, throwing them in the closet with what looked like a hundred others. "Those shoes are pretty, but they hurt my feet!" she said matter-of-factly. She danced over to the kitchen and got three glasses and a bottle of champagne.

Mr. Hayes finally seemed to have recovered from the trip over. "Why don't we skip the champagne and you give us a tour of your place?"

Jenna smiled and put down the bottle. "Maybe we'll open this later," she said with a smile. Grabbing Tracy's hand, she seemed to dance her way through her apartment, her bare feet barely touching the ground.

Tracy noticed that she wasn't actually showing them the apartment, going straight for the bedroom instead. That was fine with her.

When they stepped into the bedroom, Mr. Hayes wrapped her arms around Jenna's waist from behind. Jenna's smile beamed across the room. This was her dream, Tracy realized. She had probably had a crush on Mr. Hayes for the past ten years, ever since her father invested in his company. Now, she was finally going to have him.

Jenna turned around, her hands going to Mr. Hayes' face. He leaned in, kissing her fiercely. She squeaked, obviously not expecting him to be so forward. A

s his mouth went down to her neck, sucking on her, she moaned. "Paul..."

Tracy didn't want to be the third wheel throughout this entire experience, so she moved behind Jenna. She quickly unzipped the zipper, and the sweetheart-cut dress fell to the floor immediately. Jenna's small breasts were exposed, her cute nipples perky and obviously stimulated. Jenna worked Mr. Hayes' dress shirt open, her hands running over his pecs.

Tracy stepped back and admired at the sight. The strong, muscular billionaire. The petite, flawless younger woman. It's like something she would read in a paperback romance novel. Fortunately, she was here to make sure this didn't turn into a romance. It needed to stay strictly in the erotica genre. The romance was for Tracy. However, she was definitely going to have a good time tonight.

She moved behind Mr. Hayes and pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, then forcefully turned him around. He wasted no time, rubbing his hands all over Tracy's body through the dress. Jenna stayed behind him, rubbing her body against his back and her hands against his chest.

Mr. Hayes' hands went to the back of Tracy's neck, lifting the strap of her cowl neck dress and letting it slide off her body. As the dress fell off her breasts, Mr. Hayes looked at her with hungry eyes. Tracy appreciated the attention; even with the slender brunette behind him, he still had the courtesy to check her out.

Mr. Hayes buried his face in her breasts, his stubble rubbing pleasantly against them. His kisses went all the way down her belly, and he fell to his knees in front of her.

Jenna giggled a little bit. "Why don't you go sit on the bed, and the two of us will get on our knees for you?" Mr. Hayes broke out in a grin, stood up, and did as he was told. He laid on the bed, and Jenna was in front of him in a heartbeat. As Tracy removed her heels, Jenna worked Mr. Hayes' pants down, removing his shoes and socks dutifully. Finally, Jenna put her fingers in his boxers and worked them down, marveling at the cock she revealed.