My workplace is located in a downtown business plaza, which consists of three office towers, a hotel and a parking garage. Everything is interconnected by a large mall, which boasts retail locations, eateries, a gym and other amenities that are definitely helpful when I’m faced with a 40-plus hour workweek. Over time, I’ve come to know the janitors, the baristas and the countless others like me who practically live at the office park. So it’s only natural I notice when someone new enters the mix — especially if the new person happens to be a hot chick.

Last year, the sight of a beautiful blonde with green eyes and endless legs jolted me out of my weary stupor. After that first brief encounter, I ran into her multiple times in the elevators in my tower. She worked at the same large company as me, but we were always riding with a group of people, which wasn’t exactly conducive to having a flirty conversation. I also frequently spotted her in line at the coffee shop, but invariably it would be when I was with a client or on my way to a meeting. I kept telling myself one day the stars would align, and I’d finally get to say hello and find out if she was single.

Fast-forward to the waning days of a long, sexually frustrating summer. I was stuck attending a coworker’s engagement party in the ballroom of the plaza’s hotel. I’d forgotten the happy couple’s gift in my car, so I rushed back to the parking garage. Just as I approached my Jeep, a white convertible with a ragtop pulled into the neighboring space. It was her! I stopped dead in my tracks, and my breath caught in my throat as her driver’s side door swung open.

She stood before me in a classy navy dress that hugged her figure and tan suede heels. Her icy blonde hair grazed her shoulders in loose waves. She was a modern-day Grace Kelly in pearls.

To my surprise and delight, she actually smiled at me as we made eye contact. I smiled in return.

“Working late?” she asked.

“Uh, no — for once.” I paused before adding, “Actually, I take that back. It is work, in the form of forced socializing with colleagues.”

“I understand,” she said with a good-natured laugh. “I’m kinda in the same boat.”

“Are you here for the engagement party, too?”

“As it happens, I am,” she replied with a smirk.

“No way.” I leaned against my ride. “That’s crazy. I work with the groom. I don’t know him much outside of work, but he invited our whole department.”

“It’s a small world. The bride is a colleague and friend of mine from college.”

I casually extended my hand as I introduced myself.

“Oh, a handshake. Look at you, all business,” she teased, briefly taking my hand in hers. “I’m Kate. I’ve seen you around. You look like you’re always on the go.”

“Force of habit, I guess.” I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the momentary touch of her soft hand made my head spin. I could tell I was grinning at her like an idiot.

“It isn’t such a bad habit to have. So tell me — and be honest — are you loitering out here to avoid the party?”

“I accidentally left their gift out here, and that’s the truth.” I let my gaze rove from her eyes to her lips, all the way down to her perfect legs and back to her face again. “I never said how long it would take for me to return, though.”

She looked from me to the Jeep with a coy smile and said, “Well, you smartly chose tinted windows. No one would be the wiser if you were hiding out.”

“That’s true. I could. I have lots of podcasts saved on my phone to keep me busy, a stash of energy bars in the glove box. But… ” I paused before jumping over the proverbial cliff.

“But?” Kate repeated, stepping a little closer.

I took a deep breath and went for it: “I think hiding out would be infinitely more fun with good company.”

“Do you mean with present company? Or did I just win myself a trip to HR?”

We both laughed — until I touched her hand again and said, “Yes, I do mean that. I think present company would be pretty amazing — unless you’re trying to send me to HR.”

Kate laughed and shook her head before telling me, “Turn on the air-conditioning, and let’s get out of this humidity.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I hit a few buttons on my key fob to get the engine humming and cool air going. Then I walked over and opened the passenger side door for her. “Welcome aboard.”

As Kate made her way into my vehicle, she brushed against me. That brief contact once again sent my head spinning. Her nearness allowed me to smell her vanilla-scented perfume. She admired the sleek leather interior and glanced back at me to say, “This is quite the cockpit.”

I snickered, shut her door and bolted back to the driver’s side door.

Once we were both inside the Jeep, Kate exhaled. “God, this air-conditioning feels so good. I don’t think I want to walk three blocks outside now.”

“You don’t need to convince me. I apologize if this sounds weird, but I meant to say hi to you, like months ago when I first saw you around.”

“I saw you around, too,” she replied flirtatiously.

“Wait — you noticed me?”

“I’m a very observant lady,” she quipped. “You were always so serious-looking.”

“Well, I hope you can accept my belated hello and see clearly that I’m not super uptight or anything.”

“Don’t worry,” Kate assured me. “I liked what I saw — and what I see now.”

My heart rate sped up as I leaned closer to her and proposed, “Let’s have our own party.”

Our lips met in a scorching kiss. I hadn’t been so horny — or so full of anticipation — in years. Kate’s perfume mingled with my own manly aroma to become a singular powerful pheromone. As we continued making out, she unknotted my tie and started to work on unbuttoning my shirt. But I suddenly felt too overheated and tore it open myself, exposing my muscular arms and torso.

“Hello, Tarzan,” she teased, stroking my bare chest as I tossed my shirt aside.

“Thank you,” I laughingly replied.

I quickly adjusted our seats, reclining them for maximum space and comfort.

“I’d say don’t let it go to your head.” Kate ran her hand down my abs to the obvious tent in my pants. “But who knows which head I’d be talking about?”

She unfastened my belt, and I grunted as she took the head of my dick in her warm, wet mouth. I briefly held my breath as her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans and then danced down the underside of my penis.

With one hand braced on the door handle and the other holding Kate’s hair, I let myself be completely carried away. Her tongue and lips canceled out every thought in my mind. Next, she took my entire shaft all the way down her throat. She bobbed up and down, gulping and slurping on my dick. She pulled back, lavishing oral attention on my cockhead as her hand jerked my wet shaft. I gasped for air as I struggled to regain my composure. I was desperate to keep myself from coming too soon. But Kate was too determined — and too talented. She blew me until I exploded in her mouth. It was such a torrent some of my pearly load dripped from the corners of her lips. She rose and looked at me with feral lust in her eyes.

“Where… where did you even come from?” I marveled.

Kate wiped her mouth with my shirt and replied, “Originally? San Francisco.”

We both laughed. I pulled her in for another kiss and reached around to unzip her dress. Her breasts were enticingly displayed in a white bra that was sheer enough to let me see her nipples. I licked the nubs through the lacy fabric.

Kate moaned, “That feels so good.”

“Good, but you know, I think we need a little more room,” I admitted.

With some quick acrobatics, we rearranged ourselves on the backseat. I slipped off Kate’s bra and panties and got to work on pleasing her. Her breasts were small but natural with extremely sensitive nipples. As I took turns sucking each one, I realized she was playing with herself.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I hissed. “Can I have a taste?”

Kate presented me with her wet fingers, which I put in my mouth and sucked clean.

“Mmmm, I need more,” I told her. I kissed my way down her body until I reached her soaked pussy. A small triangle of blonde hair rested above her bare outer lips, and I could see her swollen clit. As she reclined, I went to work eating and fingering her succulent snatch.

Kate clutched the sides of my head and moaned when I rang her bell just right. But before long, she begged, “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

Fortunately, my cock was up to the task. I pulled back and watched Kate spread her pussy lips with her fingers.

“I want you so fucking bad,” she said.

I teased her clit by rubbing it with the head of my dick before sliding my erection inside her perfect cunt. We fucked old-school missionary for a few minutes before switching to her on top. Kate was insatiable, energetic and unlike any other woman I’d screwed. I wanted every thrust to last forever, but eventually her pussy squeezed my cock dry and we rocketed into sweet oblivion together.

That was months ago. But we’re still getting away from it all — and getting off — with each other. I’m hopeful soon enough we’ll be repeating our hot Jeep fuck session ahead of own engagement party.