Erotica
Under Surveillance
She slid her skirt to her waist, spread her legs, lifting one knee against the gear-shift
Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.”
“Yell-o…’sup, hon?”
“Drivin’.”
“And?”
“Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.”
“Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?”
“Yep.”
“I could probably swing somethin’.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Like what?”
“Like…where are you?”
“Near exit 277. But, we’re at a crawl…and I’m wearing a skirt.”
“Good girl…makes things easy. Panties?”
“Could lose them quick and easy.”
“Do it.”
He waited a moment as he heard her rustling around a bit.
“Done.”
“Lick your fingers. Really suck on them…leave ’em wet…”
She did.
“Now rub them around your clit until it swells…but don’t touch it directly. I want that sucker throbbing before you give in.”
She was quiet, but obeying his every word.
“What’s it look like?”
She slid her skirt to her waist, spread her legs, lifting one knee against the gear-shift and the other against the driver’s side door.
“Wet…and very, very pink.”
“Good. Are you still at a stand still?”
“Yep. Must be a wreck ahead.”
“Too bad…their misfortune has led to our benefit..lick the first two fingers on your other hand and slip them in your cunt.”
She followed his direction.
“Now, with your other hand, begin massaging your clit.”
“This isn’t easy in this space, Dave.”
“Didn’t promise easy, did I?”
“No.”
“Didn’t really ask, either…”