Content notes: butch/femme, finger fucking, oral sex
Miranda was the sole owner of Genesis Imports, a high-end car dealership that exclusively sold European vehicles. It was near closing when she saw a town car pull up, and from it, emerged a striking butch with graying, short hair and broad shoulders. They walked assertively to the front door, and Miranda was immediately attracted to them. Their stride indicated that they knew exactly what they wanted. And Miranda knew what she wanted, too.
Their crisp, white shirt was slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. Miranda caught herself wondering what it would feel like nibbling on the side of this stranger’s neck. Her gaze moved down their toned body and then back up, stopping at their arms. She wondered what this person could do to her.
In one fluid movement, Miranda gracefully got up from her desk and ran her manicured fingers through her jet black bob. The butch was inside the building before Miranda reached the bottom of the stairs. She had planned it that way — she wanted to make an entrance.
“Wait, your name’s Winsome?” Miranda could hear her associate ask, “Like you Winsome, you lose some?”
The butch cocked their head and dryly responded in what sounded like a British accent. “Yeah, something like that.”
Miranda made her move. “I’ve got it from here, Aiden.” She turned to Winsone. “I can tell by your accent you might be looking for something that reminds you of home?”
Winsome turned. “And I can tell you’re in charge. You could say that, yes.”
Miranda reveled in watching Winsome discreetly scan her body. She was wearing her favorite black dress, the one that cut off just above her knees with a dramatic slit up the right thigh, exposing her long, elegant legs. She traced the keyhole cut-out on her chest, teasing just the right amount of cleavage. Miranda watched Winsome follow her finger and clench their jaw.
“Aiden,” Miranda called out. “Please bring me the keys to the Defender and open up the bay doors.” She led Winsome to a black SUV with tinted windows and a license plate from the UK. Her pumps made her almost as tall as the Brit striding behind her.
Winsome smirked. “And you think because I’m from London I’ll automatically like this one?”
“I think I have a pretty good gauge of what people want.”
Without pause, Winsome responded, “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Aiden reappeared with two bottles of water along with a set of keys. Miranda watched as Winsome opened the glass bottle and raised it to their mouth. She noted long fingers and plump lips, and then her own desire to place those same fingers in her mouth.
“Right, then,” Winsome interrupted. “Shall we?”
They confidently slid into the driver’s seat as if the car had always belonged to them. They were on the road in less than five minutes. Miranda sat in the passenger seat, her legs slightly crossed at the ankles, knowing just how much thigh the slit in her dress would then reveal. She inhaled Winsome’s cologne and wondered if she would smell it on her sheets the next morning.
“My name is Winsome.”
“Miranda.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Without asking for directions, Winsome made a right and hopped on the freeway. It was just the beginning of rush hour traffic. “Bloody mistake,” Winsome chided themself. Miranda watched as they veered in and out of lanes to exit a few miles later. She fought an urge to stroke the back of their head with her fingers.
Somehow they had ended up on a back road Miranda had never driven down. She felt the blood rush between her legs as she watched Winsome trace their finger on the leather stitching of the gear shift. She wondered how those fingers would feel tracing her clit as she sat on their lap, nibbling on their ears.
“And how long have you lived in Rougemont?”
The question brought Miranda back to reality. She noticed that Winsome’s jaw had unclenched, their posture softened. Miranda explained that she had lived there for the better part of seven years, but had only opened the dealership five years ago.
“Owner?’ Winsome clocked. “That’s quite impressive.”
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Before Miranda could respond, her phone dinged. It was from Aiden: Should we wait for you, or should we lock up?
Miranda smiled and bit her lip while she typed. Go ahead and lock up, I’ll take it from here. She put her phone on Do Not Disturb and back in her purse.
“It’s quite impressive how easily you drive with the wheel on the other side.”
“I think you’d be impressed with a lot of the things I can do easily.” Winsome shifted gears. “Have you ever driven on the other side of the road?”
Miranda raised an eyebrow as she placed her hand on Winsome’s thigh. “Oh, I do both sides.” She heard Winsome inhale as she started to slowly rub her hand on their inner leg, testing the waters.
Winsome mirrored her brow raise before pulling the car over, immediately shutting off the engine. Miranda had already unbuckled their seatbelt to better tease them with her fingers. Miranda heard a low growl escape Winsome’s throat as she climbed on top of them, tracing their neck with her tongue. She felt their bicep flex as they grabbed her ass. Suddenly, it was Miranda’s turn to be teased. Winsome’s fingers traced the outside of her already wet pussy. Their fingers glided past the small barrier her thong provided to stroke her clit before returning to her ass. Miranda let out a moan as Winsome pulled her onto their hips. She instinctively started rocking her body back and forth.
Miranda thrust her hips and ground her pussy on Winsome’s zipper fly while pulling their hair. Winsome’s mouth moved down her neck to kiss her cleavage. Then they pulled Miranda’s zipper down and took off her dress.
“Fuck me,” Miranda commanded.
They found their way to the back seat. Miranda collapsed on her back and watched Winsome frantically unbutton their shirt, exposing their chest and top surgery scars. Miranda unbuckled their pants and slid her fingers into them. She caught her breath. “You’re so wet.” Winsome moaned and moved their hips in between Miranda’s legs while kissing her neck down to her breasts, biting at her nipples. “Please,” Miranda begged.“Please.” Winsome started sucking harder as Miranda pulled their hair. “‘Fucking fuck me!”
Miranda thought she was going to explode by the time Winsome’s tongue reached her. They both could feel her pussy throbbing. Winsome ran their tongue the length of Miranda’s cunt while dipping a finger inside of her. “God, you taste good.”
Miranda grabbed Winsome’s head and moved her hips harder as Winsome sucked on her clit. “Give it to me,” Miranda demanded. She was now in charge. Winsome’s tongue kept flicking her clit as they added another finger.
“You like how wet I am?”
Winsome responded by fucking her harder.
“You like my pussy getting tight around your fingers?”
Winsome groaned as Miranda pulsated in their hand. Miranda dug her nails into the leather seat and moaned with every thrust as she came. She pulled Winsome on top of her and slid her fingers in between their legs. Winsome’s clit was hard and she could tell they were ready to come.
She bit Winsome’s neck and slid her hand up and down their vulva and then back onto their clit. Miranda watched their muscles flex — she loved the weight of their strong body on top of hers. She spanked their ass. “I want you to cum on top of me.”
Winsome growled in their ear. “Then fuck me harder.”
Miranda did what she was told and fucked Winsome so hard they both began to sweat, fogging the windows completely. Winsome grunted, “Oh fuck,” as they came so hard that their wetness dripped down Miranda’s elbow. They collapsed on Miranda’s chest with heaving breaths.
A minute or two passed before Miranda remembered where they were and returned to reality, knowing full well they’d drenched one of her highest sellers.
“So. Will you be wanting the 36 or 72 month lease?”
