The phone rang just after he finished his lunch. It was his boss. He had kinda got used to her phoning at the weekends now. Here it was… a Sunday afternoon. She made little attempt at any pretence of an excuse anymore. “I need to go over your workplace performance review with you. It’s just a formality really. I know it is a Sunday but are you available for an hour or so? Just need to get this out of the way.” He agreed readily and noted down the meeting place. She had moved things up a gear and right out of the library workplace. She was going through a phase of car meets in rural locations, he was pretty sure it was simply because there were no more possible time slots for sexual shenanigans during working hours. They were already at their limit and it was only a matter of time before they were caught fucking in the storeroom or in the toilets. He'd also worked out that she was sexually insatiable and that explained why she required servicing every time her mind wandered into thoughts of cock. They had met five times the previous weekend and this latest request would bring this weekend’s tally up to four. And it was only Sunday lunchtime. She also stuck rigidly to her role as boss and always framed her requests for short-notice meetings as important workplace issues which couldn’t wait. It was like an unspoken joke which framed every call and request. The previous evening he’d been summoned to Tesco at Hardengreen where she was waiting in the carpark in her BMW. She urgently wanted her nipples sucked and her pussy fingered. That was it. So they’d then driven off in tandem to Crichton Castle where they parked up and he slipped into her front passenger seat. She was wearing a short tweed skirt and jacket. She was naked underneath. No bra, pants or blouse. She unbuttoned her jacket and pulled up her skirt. Her nipples were pink and engorged, simply aching to be sucked and her smooth cunt was already wet when his fingers first touched her twitching lips and swollen clit. She’d come very hard and very quickly, in just a few minutes, squirting an arc of pussy juice onto her walnut dashboard. Then she wrenched his cock out of his button fly and sucked him dry. Then he returned to his car and drove back home. These furtive meetings were brief but often. He was cool with that, though at times a comfy bed would have been nicer than her BMW or his little VW Polo, but he was getting her eager, smoothly-shaved minge on tap and more blowjobs than he’d ever had in his life before, so he wasn’t really complaining. He quickly showered and slipped on a fresh pair of Levi’s – the ones with the button-fly she liked so much – and no boxers. He had an urgent appointment with his boss after all – important work business. Ten minutes later he took the left turn at the Lady Victoria and headed up towards Vogrie, but drove past the park gates and took the right turn onto the A68. A little further on he took a right turn onto a minor road and pulled into a little car park in a wooded area across from the ancient medieval hospital at Soutra Aisle. Her BMW was parked waiting, engine running and she was behind it leaning against the boot. He parked alongside and got out of his car. She was wearing a short tight woollen dress, she ran her hands across her breasts and her nipples strained against the fabric. He knew what was expected of him and he stepped up behind her, unbuttoned his flies, dragged out his stiffening cock and drew up the back of her dress exposing her buttocks. His tip of his cock touched her butt crack lightly causing him to stiffen up even further and she backed herself against it receptively. She then stuck her butt out further exposing her pouting pussy. He and rubbed the sticky head of his cock up and down her smooth flanges. He could smell her cunt juice already. “I couldn’t wait. I’ve been fingering myself for twenty minutes.” she gasped as he sank his throbbing length all the way in. “I’ve come three times already since I phoned you.” He sank into her minge right up to his balls. He was wedged in tight, her muscles grasping his shaft and throbbing head like a warm vice. Her hand was running up and down her crack squeezing the base of his cock and lightly tickling his balls. He popped her tits out the top of her dress and raised them up towards her mouth. She knew what to do and licked her tongue across them, wetting his fingers and causing her nipples to perk up even harder. She pressed her minge down hard against his cock. It was time to start the pumping. He slowly drew his cock out until just the tip of his swollen helmet was parting her dripping cunt and then sank it slowly back in until it could go no further in. He repeated the process slowly, his cock getting harder thicker, longer and more rigid with every re-entry. Then he stopped. It was her turn now. He stood very still and she slowly shifted her feet, bent her knees slightly and then flexed her buttocks and cunt muscles until she was sliding her pussy on and off his shaft. She concentrated on working on the head of his cock, enjoying the sensations in her pussy as his swollen member parted her receptive lips and sank deep in her wet vag. He felt her cunt tighten up and her hand rubbed fast on her clit. She came hard and heavily, writhing and grinding her minge furiously against his granite hard member and the metal buttons of his flies. Once she had finished her orgasm he slid his cock out of her and opened the car door. She sat down in the driver’s seat and turned her head towards him. He stepped up to her and let her suck on his cock, pushing it into her face a little to help things along. Her tits were still hanging out the top of her dress and his hands grasped them, squeezing and rubbing them together as her mouth gathered pace and he felt his balls tighten up. He heard her moan a little as the first jets of hot spunk shot down her throat. He kept sliding his helmet between her lips as his spunk drained out of him and into her hungry mouth. When he had finished he slipped his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it gently across her soft tits leaving a sticky trail of her saliva and his spunk across her soft curves. She wiped her mouth and gunned her engine as he slid his cock back into his jeans. “That was fine. I might need to phone you before tea-time. I want to run a few thoughts past you about some stock rotation with other Midlothian Libraries.” “Sure. No problem.”