“That was a nice outfit,” he said in the back of the taxi home. “But I want to have what’s underneath right now.” He pulled me onto his lap and dragged the front of the dress down and the side up. Exposing the top of my thigh and my breast, his voice lowered: “Raise you arm, stop covering yourself.” i felt his hand squeeze my nipple, which reacted despite me. Teasing, squeezing, he raised it to its full potential. “See how pretty that is, shame to hide it, really,” he smiled.
His other hand slid between my thighs, brushing up against what could only be described as a slither of damp silk. i couldn’t help wriggle and glance around nervously and as i did, he pressed the fabric into me with a single finger. “If you keep that up I will have to take you right here and now,” he warned. “Sit still!” i shivered and stilled, his one hand keeping hold of my nipple while the other kept the pressure on between my thighs. “That’s it, little one, if you’re lucky, we’ll be home before long.”
i couldn’t help but squirm and he responded by rubbing a finger further between my legs towards my ass. “Careful,” he whispered. By now, the dampness had turned to a puddle and i was holding my breath. “Perhaps you’d prefer if i took you right here and now, hmmmm?” i bit my lip, desperate not to move as i felt the movement between my legs gain in urgency. “Of course, you don’t actually get a say in this,” he smiled as he bypassed the fabric completely….