The waitress comes and asks if we want dessert, to which we both say no. I give the waitress an overly generous tip and pull on my coat before we cross the restaurant to cover the bulge in my pants. Amber lets me slip an arm around her waist as we walk out, and she smiles sweetly at me as I open the door for her.
“Thank you, sir,” she says in a husky voice, and walks out into the crisp air.
The parking lot is quiet as we cross it, no sound but the wind whispering through the leaves, and I thread my fingers through Amber’s.
“It’s so cold tonight,” she says, snuggling against my arm. “I’m definitely going to need warming up.”
In the car, I gun the engine, and we weave our way through the dark streets back towards the highway.
“Pull up your dress,” I say to her, and see her head snap in my direction out of the corner of my eye. “Your dress, Miss Pope, pull it up around your waist so your cunt is bare.”
I can practically feel the smile roll off her, and she spreads her legs, the fabric of her silk black dress swishing as she shimmies it up her thighs. Once it’s up around her hips, she leans back in her seat, gazing over at me.
“Like this, sir?”
I glance over, and my cock hardens ridiculously at the sight of her spread out like this next to me.
“That’s perfect, Miss Pope.”
“Do you want to touch?” She asks, stroking her fingertips along my arm. “Or do you want me to?”
“I want you to keep your hands away from that pussy, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,”she purrs, and her hand drops to my crotch, feathering over my rock-hard dick. “Do you need something, sir?”
I grit my teeth as we turn onto the highway, definitely skirting the edges of the law with my speed. I curse the endless blacktop stretching out in front of me, but I also want her squirming and aching for me by the time we get home. I don’t intend on sleeping much tonight.
“Get your tits out of that dress,” I growl, and her sharp intake of breath betrays her surprise. I glance over at her, gauging her reaction for fear or dismay, but she just looks lustful and sinful and holy fuck I want that cunt in my face right now.
She peels the straps from her shoulders and pushes the fabric below her tits. “Like this, sir?” She suppresses a squeak as I reach over and pinch her nipple hard.
“Perfect.” I put my hands back on the steering wheel, breathing through my own desire. “Tell me which video you watched.”
“The one where you’re-where my professor is fucking me from behind.” She slips so easily back into our little role-play.
“And did it make your pussy wet, watching him put his dick inside you?”
“Yes.” Her hands stray along her thighs, and she moans softly. “I wanted to touch myself.”
“And did you?”
“No,” she breathes, “But I wanted him to follow me to the bathroom. I had a fantasy.”
“Tell me about your fantasy, Miss Pope.”
She lets out a ragged breath, shifting in her seat, spreading her legs even more. “That he came in after me, and he didn’t lock the door. He bent me over the counter, and gagged me with my panties, telling me I had to be quiet.”
“And what did he do then?”
She breathes out, her fingers brushing over the gear shift. “He pulled up my dress, and I heard a zip, and he spat in his hand so his dick was wet. Then he told me I had to watch him in the mirror.”
Just hearing this fantasy playing out in the car has me cursing myself for not thinking of it myself. I want to free my cock from my pants and stroke myself while she tells me this story, but I force myself to wait. It’s not that much further, not really.
But every mile feels like an eternity.
“I kept my eyes on his face,” Amber goes on. “And the way he looked when he was finally inside me, the sounds he made.” Her back arches away from the seat, and she moans. “And then he whispered in my ear that he wasn’t going to be gentle, that he was going to fuck me hard.”
“And did he?”
