exoticeva:

We were headed out of town, a weekend getaway we’d both been looking forward to for weeks. Our first time away together – 48 solid hours of each other’s company, no interruptions.

He picked me up at my office. I was still in the pencil skirt and blouse I had put on that morning. But underneath I wore things I thought he might appreciate and when I slid into the leather seat my skirt rode up, showing the lace top of my thigh highs. I didn’t miss his assessing glance as he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

40 minutes later we cleared the city traffic and were heading into the Shenandoahs. We chatted easily, but the confined space made me very aware of him. His cologne scented the air in between us – woodsy and masculine. His large hands gripped the steering wheel with a casual confidence I found oddly appealing. Watching them made me think of how he touched me, how much I liked it. I bit my lip and looked away as my pussy clenched, thinking about his hands on my body.

As if I had willed it, his hand came down on my knee, squeezing gently before sliding up to flirt with the hem of my skirt. I looked over but he was looking at the road. His fingers traced circles on my thigh, moving higher until he reached the lace top of my stocking. He stopped there and finally glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. I blushed hard under his appraisal, even the back of my neck felt hot as he looked at me.

“Well – this is a nice surprise. Now I’m curious what else you have on under those lovely professional clothes.”

I bit my lip, unsure if I was supposed to tell him, then jumped as he snapped the top of my stocking.

“What else do you have on?”

“Ummmm, it’s a new set, Sir. White and blue. Lacy.”

“That sounds delicious little girl. Did you put those on just for me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I like to please you Sir.”

He smiled at my answer and let his fingers linger where the top of my stocking met the softness of my inner thigh. My legs had shifted subtly – an unconscious invitation – so he could feel the heat, the slight dampness beginning to spread from the juncture of my thighs.

“Do you think your colleagues know what a dirty girl you are?”

I shook my head quickly, “oh no, Sir. Definitely not.”

Would they be shocked, knowing what a little slut you are for me?”

His hand was moving up as he spoke, closer to the place that ached for him, making my next answer come out as more of a breathy gasp.

“Ohhh yes Sir, they would.”

“Unbutton your blouse. Just enough to let me see the bra.”

I swallowed hard, flushing again but the words galvanized my arousal which had become a living, thrumming thing inside me. An insistent beat of my pulse, a heightened awareness of all my senses. My shaky fingers fumbled it but I managed to undo the top two buttons. My shirt gaped enough that I knew the cream lace and blue ribbon of my bra were visible, my hard, dusky nipples poking against the material in a way that was almost obscene.

“Good girl.”

Sir’s voice was harsh – the way it got when he was turned on. My skirt was completely bunched up now, as his finger repetaedly traced over my clit through my panties, a light teasing touch that had me trying to arch my hips, frustratingly restrained by the seat belt. I needed more, more pressure, more fingers, more of this. I closed my eyes as he cupped my pussy, squeezing tight, making me throb even more. I couldn’t help the moan that left my mouth. 

“Ohhh fuck, Sir.”

“You like that lovely? Does that feel good?” This as he pressed one finger in, putting delicious pressure on my clit, causing my pussy to clench again, desperate for something to fill the emptiness. 

“Ahhh, fuck, yes Sir, oh my god.”

“Good, I’m going to keep doing this until we get to our cabin, and you are NOT going to cum. Understood?” He followed this with another tight squeeze of my pussy. 

“Fuck! fuck, yes Sir.”