Even I had to admit my choice of outfit was a little over the top. My sweater showed cleavage (thanks to Wonderbra). At mid-thigh, my pleated skirt barely covered the tops of my stockings and garters. Four inch black heels completed the just-this-side-of-streetwalker look -- but, I figured if I was going to talk the talk, I'd better walk the walk. Past experience had taught me that a large part of pulling off role-playing is looking the part; it's easier to be someone else when you don't look like yourself.
My yellow SUV is not exactly low-profile and I was pretty sure he saw me pull on the lot. I cruised the rows of new cars, stopped by the model I wanted to test drive and got out. He allowed me time to walk around, looking at different colors and option packages, before approaching me. I was pretty sure he knew what was going on but I still had butterflies in my stomach as I watched him come across the lot, putting on his sunglasses -- a lot depended on the first few seconds of conversation.
When he was close enough, I turned to face him and stuck out my hand and introduced myself. His step faltered, confusion having the upper hand; then understanding dawned and he shook my hand and gave me his name, asking me if I was looking for anything in particular in a new car -- his manner was professional, all business.
We discussed the benefits of automatic versus standard shift, V-4 compared to V-6, would I be willing to accept a single disc player rather than a 6-disc changer if the car had everything else I wanted, was I willing to negotiate on color if it had a sunroof... all the while walking from car to car, checking out interior colors, reading window stickers.
From a distance, there was nothing unusual about the encounter; just another customer not willing to commit to a new car payment just yet -- he was going to have to work for this commission.
We stopped next to a black, sun-roofed, 4-door and I asked, "Can I drive this one?"
"Sure, let me go get the keys," he replied.
He turned to go but I stopped him when I asked, "Would you mind moving my car out of the way while you're going? Just park it up next to the service area would be fine, the keys are in it. You look like somebody I can trust."
The exact nature of the game became apparent when he opened the door of my car and found my black lacy panties on the driver's seat. He turned his head away from his co-workers in the showroom, brought them up in his fist and inhaled the mixture of soap, perfume and female excitement. I was pretty sure that was one pair of Victoria's Secret I'd never see again.
Before going inside to get the keys, he spent quite a bit of time making sure my car was parked straight, locked, etc. I suspected he was using these few moments to get the evidence of his arousal under control; it would not be a good idea to have a semi in your khakis and run into your boss in the showroom.
I was having a difficult time keeping my excitement under control. Up until this point, we had enjoyed several mutually pleasurable encounters on-line, seeing who could say the most explicit, dirty, outrageous things -- revealing secret desires and fantasies -- safe in the knowledge that it would never be anything more than that. I found our chats so erotic that simply thinking about what I had been willing to reveal to him on-line, my nipples would become sensitive and harden and I would be overcome by a delicious wave of desire that was so strong, it took my breath away. This man coming across the parking lot actually knows more about what turns me on than any other human being -- a knowledge that leaves me feeling very vulnerable.
He handed me the keys and went around to the passenger side, "Is it okay if I come along? You may have questions about the car or need directions -- I'd hate for you to get lost."
"Probably a good idea, I'm not from this area and don't feel comfortable driving in this kind of traffic. Besides that, I was by myself for the three-hour drive up here, somebody to talk to will be nice," I told him.
"Is there anything you may have left in your car you'll be needing?" He let me know the gift I'd left for him on the seat was not unappreciated.
"No, I'm pretty sure I've got everything right here that will be necessary," I told him, putting my over-size purse in the back seat, making sure his view down the front of my sweater was unobstructed as he got in the car. What I lacked in size, I tried to make up for in packaging -- I had on the sheerest bra I own, leaving no doubt about the color, size, shape, or degree of arousal my nipples were exhibiting.
After making all the necessary adjustments to the seat and mirror, he directed me to turn left out of the parking lot. As his hand came near my face, pointing in the direction he wanted me to go, I opened my lips and sucked his finger into my mouth, teasing the length with my tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure and suction. In and out, the encounter could not have taken more than a couple of seconds but the look of surprise on his face made me laugh out loud.
Being up to the challenge and knowing the ball was in his court now, he moved his hand to the back of my neck, pushed his fingers through my hair and pulled, applying just enough pressure to tilt my head back but leave me in control of the car at the same time. He leaned closer to my ear, "Are you really prepared to go there, cum-sucking slut?"
