Bridgette


It was eight thirty in the evening on a Friday but unfortunately for Bridgette she had to stay to finish the project in the laboratory she and colleagues had started earlier in the week. The vaccine had proved a difficult one to manage but success had been accomplished and she just needed to ensure all the proper documents were straight before they presented their accolade to the many ministers, heads of departments and other dignitaries at the forthcoming press conference on Monday morning.
She was so proud of what had been accomplished that she had forgotten all about her own life, boyfriend and the fact that the laboratory was one of those government secrets hidden away in a small corner of some non descript country deep in its forest and the drive to her accommodation block was at least 45 minutes along uneven sparsely paved winding back road that tried the best vehicles suspension to the absolute maximum.
Bridgette put all her folders into the filing cabinet then wiggled across the lab 30 feet to the opposite wall to switch off the lights before exiting the building but on her way out she thought she might just pop into the ladies and refresh her makeup and change into the short crop top she had packed into her hand bag earlier when she left her flat. It was a floral design and hung loosely on one shoulder. She really like this one out of the 4 she owned because it made her breast look bigger than the 36DD cup they were and with the strapless bra her tits gave the illusion of being very pert with the nipples sticking straight ahead as if someone had shoved ice directly on them. The short loosely elasticised sleeves and collar gave her the impression she was wearing something Spanish in origin but naughty.
Her figure hugging jeans didn’t leave much to imagination between her legs as they clung to her like they had been freshly painted on. The high heels were straps on soles basically and her Auburn her cascaded down her back in a long pony tail she had weaved that morning just touching the small of her back. At 5’ 2” tall and weighing in at 8st Bridgette was a walking, talking, intelligent sex doll that all her male colleagues wanted to fuck or at least have her wrap those luscious pouting full lips around their cocks and suck for queen and country.
As she stepped out of the building and made her way to the 25 year old Detroit rust bucket her thoughts turned to what the rest of her evening and the weekend could conjure up on a social scale and the fact that the humid searing heat already had her breaking a sweat as she felt the first small droplet snake down between her firm juicy tits but nevertheless she continued on instead of wiping herself. As her key entered the door lock she thought she heard the distinctive backfire of a male colleagues car in the far distance or perhaps it was the guerrilla fighters she had heard so many rumours about firing off the odd round. She knew they presented no danger to the science team she was a part of because of the work they had done in that country which help improve the quality of life all round.
The rust bucket roared into life as Bridgette turned the key in the ignition. It was old and full of dents and had more rusty blotches than a leopard had spots but it worked and got her from point A to point B some what reliably as long as a pray was said before one sat off which she had forgotten to do. At the first tight bend some quarter of a mile away from her lab she encountered the first of many large potholes, skilfully she dodged it and proceeded toward the next of which she had a mental map of. Feeling confident and with the daylight fading fast she decided to put her foot down a little. She knew that the one headlamp would adequately light her path but it would have been nicer to have both especially since her driving glasses had broke and all she had were her reading glasses. Never mind she thought, it won’t take long to negotiate the potholes and bends and the occasional furry four-legged pest that always seem to like to dodge the headlamp.
Twenty minutes had past since Bridgette had left the lab and she was deeply engrossed concentrating on the rugged unforgiving road and Bon Jovi.