I knock on your front door. You move sleepily from your bed and open it, in nothing but those sexy boxer shorts. I stand invitingly at the entranceway, long blonde hair in a ponytail, green sundress on, shiny balm on my luscious lips. I jangle the car keys to the red convertible in the driveway.
"Get dressed. We're escaping the world today. I'm going to lead you astray." My eyebrows lift, mischievously, and we stare deliciously into each other's eyes. I run my finger down your arm, and place the keys in your palm.
Within minutes, we are speeding along the winding road. The cool breeze is blowing through our hair, the sun is warm on our faces, our smiles are wide, and my hand is on your thigh, stroking and squeezing.
When we come to some traffic lights, I reach over and nuzzle at your neck, sliding my hand up your thigh to your crotch. I can feel you stiffening under my touch.
A truck pulls up alongside. Two younger guys glance over, admiring the car. Their expressions change when they notice my hand working on you through your shorts. I pull the neckline of my dress aside to reveal a naked tit, and bite my lower lip.
"Fuck yeah, baby!" They call out. But you plant your foot and leave them to eat our dust as we race off.
"Are you still wearing panties?" You ask, your eyes running up my thighs. I nod. "That's a problem. Take them off now," you command. I do as I am told, hooking my thumbs into the lacy sides, and sliding them down to the floor.
"Here," you signal. I reach down and hand them to you. You sniff the crotch, then toss them into the air. They fall to the bitumen behind us. "You're available to me now, when I want you, where I want you, how I want you."