“Definitely getting there.” His hand disappeared beneath the skirt of her sundress and into her pants. “Now, this doesn’t feel like a no,” he said as he slipped a finger inside her, rotating his finger, making her moan. “You really are very naughty, baby.”
“Then I really think you should spank me,” she replied breathlessly as she bucked and started to grind against him.
“Not here, Tasha,” he said firmly.
“James,” she started.
“Tasha, no. I have no intention of getting busted for committing a lewd act in a disused parking lot,” he said with dogged determination. “Let’s go home.”
She sat back in her seat and was about to argue when a police car pulled up alongside them. She lowered her window as did the policeman.
“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked.
“Yes, fine thanks. I was just showing my boyfriend my old stomping ground,” she explained.
“I wouldn’t hang around, it’s a bit of a no man’s land and there have been some muggings down here,” he explained.
“I didn’t realise, although it’s changed a bit.” She smiled and hoped she didn’t look as guilty as she currently felt at coming so close to being busted for a lewd act as Jim had phrased it.
“Has it been a while since you were around these parts?” His colleague, the driver asked.
“Kind of. My parents don’t live far, but I don’t come out this far unless I am visiting home or going to a match.”
The original policeman said, “You’re Tasha Winters, aren’t you? I thought it was you when we first pulled up, but we’ve had your vehicle details come through now.”
She nodded.
“Well, nice to meet you, but let us give you an escort back onto the dual carriageway, back to civilisation,” said the driver.
“Thanks.” Tasha followed the police car off the derelict estate, past a couple of rough looking gangs before they waved her off onto the dual carriageway.
“God! That was close.” She laughed now.
“Too fucking close!” Jim was unamused. “You really do need to be more appropriate Natasha, a time and a place, baby.”
“So, the time and place was okay for me to suck you off, but not to screw. I get that now,” she said and meant it.
“That’s not quite what I meant and your mouth appears to have put in an appearance again. We really need to establish some boundaries for you, honey.” He sighed.
“When we get home?” she asked with a light in her eye and optimism in her voice.
“Oh no. When we get home it will be the time and the place for me to spank you and fuck you baby, not talk,” he said as she put her foot down on the accelerator.
****
They were taken to a table for two at the back of the restaurant and once alone Jim said, “This place is nice, secluded.”
“I first came here with Aiden. Soccer players, as you would say, are big business over here and he has a reputation as a lady’s man, so if you want to go anywhere with Aiden and not end up on the front pages of the tabloids you frequent secluded places,” she said honestly.
“You dated him?” Jim’s words were a combination of a question and a statement.
“Kind of. When I worked on the soap opera some of the guys got tickets for big matches and I went along one time and loads of us went out afterwards, including Aiden and we saw each other for a while, but it was never serious, not really.”
“But you stayed in touch?” he asked, seemingly calm.
“We occasionally meet up with friends and the odd text, but no more.”
The waiter returned with their wine giving Tasha time to gather her thoughts. Should she just tell Jim about her and Aiden? Maybe not. He would only get pissed if she did and they were almost out of time together so why make the last day anything other than happy.
