Always Your Slut Part 2

After that special night when I’d worn red underwear as a special surprise for you, I had an inkling that you may plan something in return for me. I knew you would want to do something that turned me on the way I’d turned you on when I pounced on you in my slutty red underwear. I’ve actually grown to like that set of underwear.

I like to wear it when we go out for dinner, dressing quickly so you can’t see what I’ve put on, then discreetly whispering to you in a restaurant, or at a friend’s house to tell you what I’m wearing under my clothes. I like to watch your eyes widen, then glaze over slightly as your imagination wanders and pictures me in nothing but that scarlet material. You know how I love to tease you. But I also love to be teased, and I know you know that, which is why I was anticipating a special night of my own.

We’re an open couple, indulging our naughty fantasies to one another, and I’ve told you lots, so I had no idea what you had planned. I just knew it was going to be something good. I read the signs that you were planning something, you always were rubbish at keeping secrets. Internet browser windows being hastily minimised when I’m in reading distance, abruptly ended phone calls. Many women would suspect the worst. But not me. I knew it was going to be something good, I just hoped I wouldn’t have to wait too long. And I didn’t, did I baby?

The day began as any normal day would, get up, read for work, all that boring stuff. Mediocre day at work, blah blah. I got home, and nothing was out of the ordinary until about twenty minutes after I got in. You’re usually about half an hour after me, so when the doorbell went, I thought perhaps you’d forgotten your key. I dawdled to the door, wanting to make you wait, so then I could tease you about being so forgetful. But when I opened the front door, you weren’t there. Nobody was there. Then a flash of colour caught my eye and I looked down to see the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen. Roses. Red ones, of course. I beamed from ear to ear as I fetched them into the house then put them on the draining board whilst I fetched a vase.

Then, irritatingly, the doorbell went again. I flung open the door. This time it was you. You stood on the front step, a rose in your teeth, and tipped me a cheeky wink. But it wasn’t that that drew my attention the most. It was how you were dressed. You’d remembered one of my oldest fantasies, and you were dressed like a chauffeur, black suit and the cap to go with it. I’d always thought about making love in the back of a limousine. And you’d found the uniform, and damn hot you looked too. I thought perhaps we’d go for a quickie in the back of your car, but no, it appeared, as you led me onto the street, that you’d gone whole hog on this one. Yes, there was a beautiful white limo on our road. And it had no driver.

You dangled the keys in front of me. I hastily shuffled back to the house, shut the front door and practically ran back to you. In the manner of doing things properly, you opened the door and helped me into the car, then shut the door and went to the driver’s door.

Some twenty minutes later we were parked in a large but empty car park and you’d just hopped into the back of the car with me and locked the doors behind you. We were in our own little space, the tinted windows making it impossible for anyone to see in, yet we could see out.

You threw your hat onto the adjacent seat then put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me to you and gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips whilst the other hand was unbuttoning my blouse.

PeachesI was so hot for you that within a few seconds I was down to my underwear, and we’d stripped off your jacket and shoes. I’d been aroused ever since you stood in our doorway with that rose in your teeth, so the drive, and the anticipation had me sopping wet by the time we’d arrived at the car park. I was ready for you. So I didn’t mess around any longer. I pushed you back on the seat and unbuttoned your fly. Your cock was rock hard and ready for action, so after giving it some teasing licks and a bit of a suck, I sat astride you and slid down onto your cock. We both moaned loudly. I sat still for a little while, enjoying the sensation of being full, then I began to slide up and down on you… then faster… until I was riding you with all my strength, as fast and hard as I could go. The leather seats made it difficult to grip, which made it all the more fun as I had to hold you tighter to prevent me falling off you as my knees slid around.

We both came soon afterwards. But you told me you’d hired the car for a few hours. So we made good use of it didn’t we? We fucked on all the seats, in every conceivable position. And what made it all the more kinky is that people were walking past the car, staring, as they do, at a limousine. And all the while we were fucking like rabbits inside and they had no idea. It was almost like exhibitionism, but not quite. I loved it.

And do you know the best thing? All those leather seats wiped clean and bore no signs of our naughtiness. Shame the same couldn’t be said for the crotch of your chauffeur’s trousers. Well, you didn’t tell me you’d hired them, did you?!

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Image copyright Jackie Adshead.

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