Limousine Lust
The partying was over and Regina was my last drop-off. Mainly because we knew each other. Not only did we attend the same high school, our families were familiar with one another. She looked just as good tonight, ten years later, as she did during our school days.
So, we were comfortably riding together, though being in the back seat meant that she was presently still my client.
This was actually the scenario I had been hoping for because I purposely made eye contact with her throughout the night, particularly, each time I was employed into action when she and her crew wanted to move to the next hot spot.
She was summertime stunning in her yellow flowery dress and black, yellow strap shoes, her skin radiating the same excitement.
Back then, I was too young for her. Before the age of 22, a two year difference can loom large. But, here we were now, two grown-ass, bill paying, good looking, single adults, willing to test something new and fresh or should I say, taste something new and fresh.
I was informed that she would be the last drop-off. Could the night get much better? I was gifted with the opportunity to spend time alone with her for at least thirty minutes.
Regina was kicked back, taking advantage of the long, black, leather seat, her silky legs stretched lengthwise, her dress hiked up to mid-thigh. Damn, I thought, to be so lucky.
Our eyes continued to connect in the rear view mirror as we listened to XM radio on low while we reminisced and laughed about the not so long ago past. She was fun to be with.
"Hey, let's grab something to eat, she said. Are you up for some breakfast?"
"Absolutely, I am starved, I replied. There's an all night diner a couple of blocks up, we'll stop there"
"Nice, she said, then after we eat, you can take me to my villa."
When we reached the restaurant I continued to treat her like royalty, hopping out to open the rear door for her to exit. The diner was sprinkled with patrons and all heads turned when she walked in.
Over our meal the conversation advanced to discussions about our present day lives, goals and aspirations. I surprised her by opening up about my private infatuation with her in high school, and how being around her tonight rekindled it.
Ten minutes into our wait, she surprised me, when suddenly she popped up and moved over to my side of the table, sliding in next to me, comfortably close.
"You know, your revelation about your infatuation with me came at the right time. So, I'm going to share with you one of my long time secret fantasies that I've never shared with anyone else.
Looking me in the eye, she continued, but you must promise to never, ever tell anyone. And I'm only telling you because I feel safe with you, and tonight... then she paused, and I felt her hand on my thigh. Tonight, you hold the key to making my secret become a reality."
"I do?" I said, totally surprised. How could this beauty sitting next to me that I have been thoroughly enjoying for the last hour, have a secret that I would ever have the key to unlock, I thought to myself.
Our food arrived and Regina directed the waitress to put hers on the side where she was originally seated, then she leaned into me and whispered into my ear, "I've always wanted to have sex in a limousine, I want you to hammer me in your limo like you're a master carpenter."
As she began her slide to move back to the other side, she reached under the table, flashed me a sexy grin, then gently squeezed my cock. "Eat good, she said, because you have some work to do before this night is over."
I stared at my plate almost in a state of shock. I definitely wanted her. I could very easily be the carpenter she needs and fulfill her secret desire, I just didn't expect it to happen like this, for this pussy to drop into my lap without having to put serious effort into obtaining it..
But, on the other hand, my hammer was ready and willing for some deep dish drilling. Damn, I thought, to be so lucky.
While we ate our conversation evolved into the paths our lives had embarked on since those high school days of hopes, dreams and typical insecurities.
Regina had kicked off her shoes, and during the entire time we dined her feet found their way to me, teasing me with soft touches up and down my legs, once even reaching my crotch, her toes landing on my stiff rod, making her smile, and me blush.
She was getting more relaxed and bolder. At one point while I was talking her lips mouthed clear and plain the words, "fuck me."
But, I stayed in form and kept my composure. I responded likewise, silently mouthing my response. "I will." Between bites, our eye contact was intense, and apparently noticeable.
As we were finishing our meal our waitress came over to check on us. "How are you two lovebirds doing, how was your meal and is there anything else I can get you?" She asked, combining three questions into one and flat out misreading what this meal was leading to, or so I reasoned.
"You're very observant, Regina said, surprising me with her response just as much as the waitress did with her lovebird quip. We'll have coffee," she told her."
"Lovebirds," I said in a questioning low tone.
