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The Limo Driver

Copyright© 2022 by Master Jonathan

Chapter 1

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Kevin was a limo driver hired to take the wealthy Mr. Thorndyke to the airport. But en route, he witnessed Mr. Thorndyke and his wife arguing about something. When he got back to the car after dropping off Mr. Thorndyke, Louse, Mrs. Throndyke, asked him to accompany her to Atlantic City...

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   Cheating   BTB   Spanking   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Oral Sex   Public Sex   Revenge   Illustrated  

The Departures area of LaGuardia International Airport was packed as the black limousine waited its turn to pull into the departing passengers drop off area. Kevin, the chauffeur, tapped the steering wheel of the car as he impatiently waited to pull in and drop off Richard Thorndyke so he could catch his plane.

He looked into the rear-view mirror and saw Mr Thorndyke arguing with his wife, Mrs. Thorndyke and he seemed pretty angry. The privacy glass was up so he couldn’t hear what was going on and he knew better than to stare at them.

He would only give a quick furtive glance in the mirror every so often and hope he didn’t get caught. As he yelled at his wife, Kevin noticed that Mrs. Thorndyke wasn’t even paying attention to him anymore, instead she was looking out the window and letting him rant and rave.

Finally, the line moved forward and Kevin was able to get to the curb and park the car. He turned off the engine, switching on the emergency flasher to signify he was dropping off a passenger, then he raced around the car to open the door for Mr. Thorndyke. Kevin knew he was already quite upset, and didn’t want to anger him any more by being slow. The faster he got Mr. Thorndyke on his way, the better!

Kevin popped the trunk lid and got his expensive leather suitcases out of the trunk, loading them on a handy porters trolley and pushed them up to the front door of the airport terminal where one of the airport baggage stewards could take them from there.

Mr. Thorndyke handed Kevin a ten dollar tip without thanking him or even making eye contact – he was more interested in getting into the terminal and getting on his way than he was about being polite!

Kevin took the tip and shoved it into his pocket, shaking his head at the man’s rudeness and lack of gratitude as he walked back to the car. Sure, he was an employee – just a car driver and just barely above the social stature of a cab driver, but still it wouldn’t kill Mr. Thorndyke to at least acknowledge his existence! Kevin had done his best, considering he got a late start and drove like a madman to get him to the airport in time to catch his flight, and Mr. Thorndyke hadn’t even bothered to thank him!

Kevin returned to the car where Mrs Thorndyke sat waiting patiently for him to take her home. He got in behind the wheel and looked in the rear view mirror at Mrs. Thorndyke. She looked sad and defeated, like she had given up on happiness. He hit the button to activate the intercom.

“Would you like to go straight home, Mrs. Thorndyke?” he asked her. Instead of answering him through the intercom, she pressed a button in the back next to her which lowered the privacy glass.

“No, Kevin, I don’t want to go home just yet. Tell me, do you have to be back at a certain time?” the attractive woman asked.

“Well, there may be other fares waiting but I can call the office and they will give them to other drivers if you want,” he said.

“That would be nice Kevin. And I will make up for any loss in fares that you have,” she said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Thorndyke. Driving you around is a pleasure, but I’m afraid that the company doesn’t pay us drivers all that well. There aren’t many rich limo drivers out there!” he said with a smile, “So where would you like to go?”

“Kevin, are you up for some fun?” she asked.

“W-what kind of fun, Mrs. Thorndyke?” he asked cautiously.

“Well, today is Friday – do you have the weekend off?” she asked him.

“Yes, I do. There isn’t much call for limos on the weekends unless it’s homecoming or a prom at one of the high schools,” he said.

“Wonderful! Then how would you like an all expense paid weekend in Atlantic City?” she asked.

“Atlantic City?” he said, stunned at her statement. He looked in the mirror and saw the playful smirk on her face.

“I’m sorry – did you have plans this weekend? Perhaps a girl you wanted to see?” she asked.

“No, Mrs. Thorndyke. No plans and no girl,” he said, still uncertain how to respond to her question about Atlantic City.

“Well then, how about it? We could take in a show, maybe do a little gambling, and eat some wonderful food. The beach is amazing there as well,” she said, getting more excited about the idea as she talked about it.

“Gee, I don’t know Mrs. Thorndyke. I mean you are ... and I am...” he said hesitantly. This had all the trappings of a real mess if he wasn’t careful!

“Oh, posh! Right now we are two friends talking about going away to Atlantic City together! You are my friend, aren’t you Kevin?” she said, with a sweet child-like tone.

“Yes, ma’am, but...” he started to say.

“Oh, please, say yes! Please, Kevin, say you’ll go with me. I’d go alone, but that’s just too sad. I need to get away from that damn house and kick up my heels. God knows I deserve to have a little fun in this life!” she said.

“Well okay, Mrs. Thorndyke, I guess I could take you to Atlantic City. But I’ll have to call the company and tell them that I’ve been chartered for the weekend so they won’t wonder why I haven’t brought the car back. They will want to know who chartered me and where I’m going. Is that okay with you?” he said.

“That’s fine, Kevin. It’s only a two or three hour drive from here. People from New York go to Atlantic City for the weekend all the time. There isn’t anything unusual or suspicious about that!” she said. Kevin thought it rather odd that she would say something like that, but he put it out of his mind. Little did he know that her statement would soon become prophetic!

“Okay then, Atlantic City here we come!” Kevin said.

“Oh, good!” Mrs. Thorndyke said, clapping her hands in excitement. Kevin took the Grand Central Parkway and headed south towards Atlantic City. As soon as he was away from the airport and into flowing traffic, he got on the car’s mobile phone and called the office to inform them about the change in plans.

“Okay, Mrs. Thorndyke it’s all set. My company knows that we are headed for A.C. and that I have been chartered for the weekend as the driver. So we are all set ... the police won’t come looking for the limo, thinking it got stolen or anything!” he said, jokingly.

“No, the police won’t be looking for the limo, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be looking for us!” she said, teasingly. That statement made Kevin look up into the rear view mirror again with a shocked look in his face!

“Kevin, would you be a dear and turn that drafty air conditioning off. I know that my husband likes it cool in here, but I’m always freezing! He may be a polar bear, but I’m a Southern girl – I like the warmth!” she said.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Thorndyke,” he said, switching off the air conditioning which unlocked the power windows in the back.

“Ahh, that feels so much better,” she said as the warm air rushed into the car. “Thank you Kevin, I needed a break from the house and the stress. And that will be enough of the Mrs. Thorndyke stuff too, Kevin. My name is Louise,” she said, smiling now.

“Okay, Louise,” he said and he saw her smile.

Kevin was quite happy to spend some time away from the busy city streets and relaxed as the limo cruised smoothly down the interstate. It was hard at times to maneuver the limo through the crowded city streets, especially in Manhattan. And finding parking for his car was near impossible!

Fortunately, most of the places he went to had special “Limousine Only” parking areas, but that didn’t mean they were available all the time! And there was always the danger of getting into an accident at some intersection.

He had been rear-ended once and “t-boned” on the passenger side front door. Luckily for him, he was by himself in the rear-end collision, and the side hit was only a minor one. Still, he worried all the time about getting in a bad accident and his passenger getting hurt.

He was glad to get away from the rat race for the weekend – and getting a free paid vacation out of it as well! He turned onto the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway I-278 headed towards Staten Island and soon passed over the Kosciuszko Bridge. Staying on I-278 then brought him close to the water in the Upper Bay area just on the right side of Manhattan Island. He could look over and see the high-rise buildings of the Financial District across the channel. He often drove in Manhattan and was glad to see it in the distance today.

As they drove they chatted a bit. “Louise, I may be totally out of place and if I am, I apologize, but since you said we are friends, I have to ask – is there anything wrong?” he asked.

“What do you mean, Kevin?” she asked.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice how you and Mr. Thorndyke were arguing when we dropped him off at the airport. I couldn’t hear anything naturally, and of course, I won’t say anything, but then I came back to the car and ... well you looked so sad and so depressed,” he said.

“You are so sweet for asking. Kevin you will have to promise me that this does not go any further than the two of us. This is very important and I feel I can trust you. But you have to promise me,” she said. She moved forward and reached through the privacy window to lay her hand on his shoulder.

“Louise, I promise you whatever you tell me will never go any further. One of the first things a chauffeur learns is discretion. If he doesn’t, he isn’t a chauffeur for long!” he said, locking eyes with her through the rear view mirror.

“Okay, I believe you Kevin,” she said, taking a deep breath, “You see, Richard and I haven’t been a real couple in some time. We live together yes, and we go to social events and functions together. When we do, we are the picture of a happy couple.

But when we get home and the door shuts, the masks come off. He goes to his study or his bedroom, and I go to my own. We hardly ever talk, except to argue or fight. It’s really horrible and it puts so much stress on me. That’s why I was so happy to hear he was going out of town this next week – at least it will be peaceful in the house for a week.”

“The problem is that neither of us can get a divorce. He can’t divorce me because it’s my family that has the money and he would lose out on his meal ticket. And I can’t get a divorce because of my family’s social standing and the stigma that would come along with being divorced.

We are an old family and the way we were brought up is that you stand by your man no matter what. Women in my family just didn’t get divorced. We made it work and we put up with our husband’s faults and eccentricities.

Whether it be a gambling problem, a womanizing problem, or even an abusive relationship, we women made it work. So when he yells at me and punches the walls or slams the door, I just go into myself and try to ignore it,” she explained.

“Has he ever ... um ... hit you?” Kevin asked.

“No, never. If he did, my brothers would make sure he never did it again! I’m a Thorndyke by marriage, but I’m a Wellington by birth!” she said proudly.

“Well, I can promise you that, for the next two days, you won’t have to worry about anyone giving you any stress. This is going to be a stress-free, enjoyable vacation for you, if I have anything to say about it!” Kevin said.

“That sounds wonderful, Kevin! You don’t know how nice it is to be able to have a reasonable conversation with someone,” she said wistfully.

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