The car bore the scars

I was reminded of this incidence when look at a pic of a pussy overflowing with love juice.

About twenty years ago I worked as a sales rep for a company based in the Midlands though I worked from home on Yorkshire.
The make and model of company car was a badge of office. As a senior sales I drove one of the better cars as opposed to her mondeo or vectra.

Another of my 'perks' was sagging the office manager. Married with a couple of k**s, what she lacked in looks, on hammy she would qualify as mature, she had in experience.... nothing was out of bounds.

I had booked my car into a nearby dealers for service while I spent the day at the office. During the morning (I shall call her Shelly) approached my desk to see what we were doing at lunchtime (food was definitely not on the menu). I explained I was car less and the thought of her mini was not on the cards. "Leave it with me' she said.

Sure enough at 12.30she appeared with a set of car keys. "Fred the workshop manager recently got a new Vectra, his pride and joy'

Sure enough we set off me driving as she wasn't authorised to drive company cars.

For nearly an hour we showed the local rabbit population what it was all about, before returning to the office. The afternoon continued on, I collected my car from the garage and drove home.

Later that night the telephone rang, I answered to a string of expletives ending in 'you bastards'. Eventually I calmed him down, he didn't object tumour shagging, or even using his car.

What he objected to was the white stain marks on the front passenger seat. That he'd had to explain to his wife and that the stains remained for the three years he had the car added to the anger.

To add insult to injury, I last saw Fred about three years ago, and he still went on about it.