The telephone caller said simply that the car was ready. Sue knew to expect the call but had no idea what was beyond. She was told it would be a limousine so at least she would be enjoying the night's adventure in luxury. She had dressed as directed in simple blue jeans, a white cotton blouse and low shoes. As she opened her door to start down to the waiting car the combination of the cool night air and the excitement made her nipples harden against the white lace bra.
As she approached the gate she could see the running lights of a limousine. The long dark shape provided a momentary phallic symbolism which stirred between her legs for the first time tonight. The door was open and the interior lights were on but no one was in sight. The only signs were the slight rumble of the powerful engine and the scent of exhaust. The dark windows made it impossible to identify the driver when she approached other than the vague "head-shaped" outline. She stepped into the car, sat down facing forward and pulled the door closed.
Before her eyes could adjust to the darker conditions caused by the closing of the door the car moved smoothly onto the street in the direction of the Beltway. The wood laminated partition between the passenger compartment and the driver was closed. For a moment she had a touch of anxiety not knowing what would happen but that was the reason these experiences were so exciting and erotic. Just as her eyes began to adjust she was startled by the electronic chirping of her phone. The sound drew her attention to the armrest where a slim phone was glowing in pulse with the ringing. When she answered she was greeted with the familiar telephone voice. She was instantly aroused and suddenly ready for the adventure.
After a short greeting the familiar voice asked if she was ready for whatever lay ahead.
"Yes", she answered nervously.
The voice reminded her that in order to fully enjoy the adventure she must submit totally to his direction. She answered slowly but confidently knowing completely what her answer might mean.
"Good, let's begin", he said.
She noticed the car rock slightly as if pulling off the road over a low curb and the sound of tires against crushed stone met her ears. The voice said they were very close to a local "ice house" and she would need to walk the last part of the block on foot. The car would draw too much attention in this environment. The car would wait here. The voice paused for a moment and she asked what she was to do here. The voice laughed softly and said she must be patient. He continued and said she should walk in to the ice house, sit at the bar and order a drink. Within a few minutes she must pick out a single man, approach him and have sex with him. Without pause he continued by saying she must do all this and be back in the car in thirty minutes. He would call in precisely thirty minutes and she must answer in the car or the evening would end.
She was shocked by this beginning of the night but realized to complete the task she had no time to lose. Without thinking, she quickly left the car and walked to the glowing neon sign of the local ice house. As she approached she heard several laughing voices and evaluated the place as a local bar with mostly regular customers. Her suspicion was confirmed by the look of the bartender who noted her as a new customer but smiled since he obviously liked what he saw. The tight jeans assured that.
She ordered a beer and slid up on a stool. She tried to remain calm as she settled on the stool and looked around the bar hoping to find a suitable mark. After examining two thirds of the bar with no luck, just small groups of regulars watching TV and a game of darts, she started to panic. To approach one man out of one of these small groups would be much more difficult. Then she saw just what she had hoped for; one man in his early twenties, sitting alone watching the game and eating a sandwich with a beer. She smiled as he noted her look, which was now approaching a stare. He smiled shyly and looked back to his meal. He was actually quite good looking with short brown hair and glasses.
Thoughts and ideas raced through her head to get just the right approach. A quick check of her watch showed that if she was refused she would not have the time to move to a new target and still make the deadline, only twenty-five minutes remaining. Luckily he was young and probably would not require much arousal.
