He pulled over on a quiet side street, cupped her cheek in his hand and whispered, “I want your mouth. Now.”
She smiled seductively, unlatched her seatbelt and leaned over to please him. But, she felt his hand stay her.
Confused, she looked up at him. His smirk, the one she had learned to regard, in equal measure, with anticipation and trepidation, was waiting for her.
"No." he murmured. "From the other side, I think."
Wary but only slightly uncomfortable, she turned to exit the car. As she opened the door he said, “Your panties can stay here.”
Glancing around the street, assessing her risk of being seen, she slid off her panties and slowly handed them to him. She finished her exit from the car, in a ladylike, closed leg fashion, and slowly strutted around the front of the car.
She turned and saw his eyes locked onto her body. She paused. His eyes raised to hers in question. Was she going to deny him? She allowed her hands to mold to her hips and then slide over her torso as she pivoted her body is a slow, grinding twist for him. By the time she rose back up from her coiled position, her hands had slid over her breasts, around her neck and through her long hair. Her head was tilted back.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she returned his gaze only to find his filled with hunger. She continued her walk to his side of the car. She opened the door and waited.
"Kneel for me," he said softly. And she did.