The car was small, expensive and spotless. “Are you married?” I asked he shook his head.

“She left after I built a playroom down stairs.”

“Oh my,” I was shocked.

“Let’s talk about us,” he said firmly and I nodded fastening my seat belt. Take off your bra.”

I turned and looked at him fumbling the belt, “What?” I heard the locks click shut.

“Did you know you can get child safty locks on a little sports car like this?” He smiled as he started the car and shoved it into gear. “The kind that won’t open from the inside.”

I turned to try the lock but didn’t bother instead looking at his wicked grin. I chuckled, “You’re silly.” I forced myself to relax.

“No I’m serious. Take off your bra now.” He didn’t raise his voice but spoke with authority. I sat looking at him he glanced toward me his dark eyes piercing me, they glittered in the passing street light. “Now, or I reach over and rip the top open and take it off for you.”

The thrill that ran through my body was unexplainable. I heard myself panting. “Or I’ll just take you back and drop you off.” The sarcasm in his voice shocked me. “If your afraid?”

I shook my head realizing I still held the seatbelt buckle in my hand. I let go and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. He was watching the road, he didn’t turn as I worked the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I realized we were heading toward a brightly lit area and hurried. I jerked the bra down and around unclipped it. I was holding my breath. I pulled the shirt back up and started to button it.

“Stop, just leave it unbuttoned. Put the bra in my glove compartment.”

“Yes…sir,” I whispered, not sure why I’d added the sir, but it felt right.

He chuckled glanced my way then back to the road. We stopped at a brightly lit intersection in town the traffic heavy the light red. His body turned a bit his right hand moved from the gear shift to my lap. Air escaped my lungs loudly as his fingers worked my skirt up. His fingers stroked my thighs he found out I was wearing stockings. His flesh on mine burned. I felt myself arch against the seat as he pushed between my thighs. “Ahhhh,” escaped as he pressed in deep.

“You’re very wet Callie, do you want to cum Callie?” I arched deeper against the seat I felt the shirt slipping. The shirt caught on my nipple stopping it from falling open completely. “Do you Callie, it’s been a long time hasn’t it.”

“Yes,” I heard myself answer in a desperate whisper.

“Beg,” he growled his grip tightening.

I gasped his hand gripped even tighter, “Beg Callie, beg to cum.”

“Please?” I turned the light changed the car started to move. I realized a man on the curb had been watching. I blushed, Keith chuckled his fingers leaving me.

“You’ll have to do better than that dear.”