1 comments/ 38073 views/ 0 favorites Taken For A Ride By: fantasywriter I met Beth through this site. She was the first person that read my initial submission and her kind words, encouragement and obvious delight in the response to my work was greatly appreciated. We made arrangements to meet and I was thrilled to find her to be the very special kind of person who was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She was a 5' 3" beauty with dazzling blue eyes, shining red hair and a voluptuous 36DD figure. We talked about our different writing styles, she favored more of the traditional stories while I leaned more towards the bondage and discipline entries. I asked her if there was a story that she hadn't written it, a fantasy of hers and I watched as she blushed and then told me. It involved both her and my areas of interest and I think she could tell by the smile on my face that I was most interested. We left it at that and I began to plan. We had made arrangements to meet the next Friday evening at the same location and when she arrived I had an envelope laid out on our table with the initial B on it. She looked at me quizzically and I suggested she open it and read. YOU WILL COME HERE TOMORROW NIGHT AT EIGHT, PARK IN THE BACK OF THE PARKING LOT AND GO IN AND HAVE A DRINK. YOU WILL LEAVE AT 8:15 AND GO BACK TO YOUR CAR. SOMEONE WILL STOP YOU BEFORE YOU REACH IT AND YOU WILL FOLLOW THEIR INSTRUCTIONS. YOU WILL COME TO NO HARM AND THEY WILL HELP YOU BRING YOUR FANTASY TO LIFE. IF YOU AGREE THEN PUT THIS NOW IN A PLACE OF SAFEKEEPING, IF NOT DESTROY IT IMMEDIATELY. I had watched her read the note and loved seeing the rush of color that went to her face. She finished it and with a slight smile tucked it neatly in her bra. We laughed, talked and drank for hours, having a wonderful time together. I kept dropping hints about my tastes in clothing and she would act like she wasn't paying the least bit of attention but I think she was. As the evening drew to a close she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry I won't see you tomorrow night but I've made plans." With a smile, she waved goodbye and the game was on. The next night came and right on time there she was. I watched from the van I had rented as she got out of her car and smile came to my lips when she stepped out dressed in a beautiful low cut white blouse with a short black skirt. Heels and stockings finished the outfit and I hoped she'd dressed as magnificently underneath as she had on the outside. Her head turned all around as she made her way to the door, looking to see if she could find me but from where I'd parked her attempt was in vain. As she made her way into the bar, I started the engine and moved to park next to where she had. Once again, she was prompt and at 8:15 she stepped out of the establishment and began to make her way back to the rather dimly lit part of the lot. I watched from a vantage point where she couldn't see me as she got to the driver's side door and pulled the note that was taped there off and began to read. ONE FINAL CHANCE, IF YOU WANT THIS TO CONTINUE THEN GO TO THE TRUNK AND BEGIN TO OPEN IT. IF NOT, THEN GET IN YOUR CAR AND LEAVE NOW! There was no hesitation, she headed for the back of the car and when she got there I moved quickly up behind her. I grabbed her around the waist with one hand and clasped the other one over her mouth. Whispering in her ear I said, "If you struggle I will hurt you, do you understand?" She nodded her head and with that my hooded accomplice came from in front of the van and walked up to her. "Put your hands together." She did as she was told and the figure that had yet to speak took duct tape and quickly bound them together. Her ankles were next and then as I removed my hand her mouth. A blindfold finished our work for now and we opened the back of the van and I picked her up and gently threw her onto the mattress in back. My accomplice jumped in after her and I made my way to the cab, started the engine and drove off. I'd made plans to drive in circles, lots of turns, hoping that would throw her sense of direction off and confuse her even more. I looked in the back, saw my fellow kidnapper looking down at the helpless bound victim and then looking up to grin at me. The hood of the sweatshirt was now off and the eyes I looked into glowed with the thought of what the night might hold. I smiled back and kept driving. After almost an hour I pulled the van over and stopped in a densely wooded area on the outskirts of town. I shut the engine off and made my way into the back where our captive was. I had to smile as my co-conspirator had already opened our victims blouse, undid the front closure on her black lace bra (she had listened to me) and was playing with her heaving breasts. Our gloves were still on so no fingerprints could be lifted but also so our new playthings nipples could be twisted and turned utilizing the rough material. By the way she was squirming and moaning through her gag it was proving to be extremely effective. "I'm going to take the tape off of your mouth now but if you scream we'll be forced to harm you. Do you understand?" She shook her head yes and I gently pulled back the sticky substance. Beth slipped right into her role saying, "Please, please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want. I have money in my purse, take it, just please, please don't hurt me." "Lady, we don't want your money" and then I leaned closer, "and I promise you WILL do everything, everything we ask." I stood up, saying "Let's get more comfortable so that we can better entertain our guest." The sounds of shoes, pants and other items of clothing being shed sent our prisoner into a furious struggle trying to free herself but the tape held tight. Her try had been in vain, there would be no escape. "Well, that didn't accomplish anything, now did it?" I knelt besides her again knowing full well that watching her try to escape had accomplished one thing, I was now as hard as a rock. The click on the switchblade I was holding as it opened was quite loud in our confined little space and it provoked a bit of a yelp from our toy. I placed the cold edge of the blade on one of her breasts and drug it over one of her already hardened nipples eliciting a delicious shiver. "I warned you what would happen if you screamed luv. I think we're going to have to gag you again. But, first things, first." I moved down between her legs and removed her skirt showing her black lace crotchless panties, garter belt and beautiful nylon clad legs. "Now, this blade is very, very sharp so I wouldn't move if I were you." I could feel her tremble as I took the knife and sliced away the tape on her ankles. Two rough hands parted her legs and seconds later a tongue buried itself deep into her already steaming sex. A slight whimper was soon followed by a soft scream as the expert touch found her clit quickly and began to bathe it. I had moved up to kneel by her, "Now, where did I put that gag?" and with that I turned her head to the side and parting her lips pushed half of my hard cock inside her mouth. She opened wide and I slid in even further. I started moving in and out, feeding her just a little more each time. I must admit she was quite good, licking at the tip of my hardness each time it would just about come out before plunging back into her waiting mouth. We kept up a nice rhythm for a minute or two but then her back arched and her hips began to buck. Her orgasm was an intense one and I watched as the fingers on her bound hands fluttered with wave after wave of passion filling her body. Finally, she went limp and her body fell back onto the mattress. I pulled out of her mouth and she issued a long sigh. "Switch places with me, I want some of that." As I took my place between her legs I said, "She's got a sweet mouth, you're gonna like it. Oh, and take her blindfold off. I want her to see what you've got to offer her." I slid my cock into her fresh wetness and watched as her fellow kidnapper began to remove her blindfold. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Lisa, one of the waitress's from the bar smiling down as she straddled her face and lifted her head to her waiting pussy. Beth's tongue snaked out and parted Lisa's folds who issued a moan of pleasure saying, "Oh god, you're right Will. She was the one to kidnap." The waitress had her prisoner trapped between her knees and she was taking every advantage of the poor girl. Meanwhile, I was loving the ride but then I remembered the other fantasy that our captive had shared with me. "Lisa, turn her over, I have a need for that beautiful ass." The barmaid looked back and smiled at me remembering our discussion earlier that evening. "NO, NO, please?" begged the still bound prisoner but we quickly flipped her over saying, "On all fours slut." She had no choice but comply and soon Lisa's thighs held her tightly and her tongue was once was being put to good use. I reached my fingers down and slid into her beautiful pussy, bringing them out dripping and rubbing it all up and down the shaft of my cock. Leaning forward, I felt as she tried to move away but Lisa's grip and mine on her hips were too strong. I let the head rest on her ass and began slowly putting pressure on her virgin ring. It didn't take long until it slipped in and I slowly began moving in and out, adding a little more each time to my thrusts. I knew she was getting used to the rather unique presence of something there because she began to match my movements with some of her own. Looking up I saw Lisa's mouth open as she was pinching and squeezing her own nipples, working on her orgasm. I knew it wouldn't be long for mine, the pressure, the tightness of her ass felt unbelievably good and I couldn't last much longer. With a cry Lisa found her orgasm and I watched as she flooded Beth's face with her sweet juices. That was all it took and with a groan I pumped her ass full of hot, sticky cum. It seemed to last forever and our captive moaned her pleasure while receiving both our gifts. Slowly, my cock begin to ease it's way out of her battered opening and it slid free, my cum trailing down her cheeks. Lisa's grip on her had eased somewhat but she still was being attended to by our more than willing prisoner. Finally, both looked at each other, Lisa smiled, gave her a kiss and then so did I. "Well now, you've gotten loose. We can't have that can we?" Our kidnapped victim shook her head solemnly no so the tape came back out and moments later she was bound, blindfolded and gagged again. We drove back the way we came and put her into the trunk where minutes later Lisa and I just happened to be driving by and found her. We rescued her from her ordeal and how she thanked us, well that's another story. Taken for a Ride The limo door closed with a thump. Carrie felt herself pressed back in her seat as the car sped off, leaving her husband at home. His last-minute stomach bug meant she was going to this special dinner party alone. Then, the limo driver had called and said he needed to pick her up early, which threw her schedule totally off. But she was here now, off to the dinner party, resigned to have a good time no matter what. She hadn't been paying attention but the limo was not going the right way. The car pulled into a deserted tree-lined parking area and pulled around, engine idling softly. She could not see much through the dark glass forward or outside in the darkness, but she heard the drivers door open, then the rear door. She hadn't even had time to become alarmed, as he slid into the back seat, tossing the drivers cap and a fake beard onto the seat beside her. It was her lover, James. James smiled. "Surprise, baby." and slid into the seat next to her. She laughed and fell into him, their arms wrapping around each other and lips meeting for a long kiss. "I didn't even recognize you!" she laughed. The large fake beard had his smaller beard and most of his face. "You look beautiful." he whispered, kissing her perfumed neck. "You smell wonderful." "Hmmm." Carrie moaned, as his lips and tongue found spots she knew he had found before. They kissed and caressed each other until James sat up and said, "We have too much clothing on, and I don't think we should wrinkle that beautiful dress." "Help me." she said, turning and offering him the zipper in the back. He slid it down slowly, then helped her step out. She had dressed provocatively that evening, lace-topped black thigh-high panty hose and matching panties and bra. She leaned back, letting James feast his eyes as he laid the dress carefully on the long bench across from them. He moved between her legs, kissing her body, and she leaned her head back and reclined as James ran his hands along the silky hose covering her legs while his lips kissed her breasts through the thin material. His fingers moved up, releasing the clasp in front and allowing her breasts to be freed for his lips and tongue to dance over and suck and taste. Carrie felt herself becoming warm and wet as he continued to kiss and lick his way around her body, as his hands began to stray to her thighs and panty-covered mound. His fingers knew some of her favorite spots, and they glided over the panties looking for them now. Carrie's legs involuntarily moved farther apart, giving him better access to her wetness. Then his lips were there, kissing through the thin material, his hot breath and tongue arousing her even more. Then he was urging her hips up, sliding the panties down, but leaving the stockings and shoes. His head buried in her thighs, kissing and licking until finding her clit, making her jump. He began to suck on it slowly, and her moans escaped her as she ran her hands through his hair. She had just had her crescendo of pleasure when he moved back, slid his black slacks from his hips and pulled his shirt clear of his body. He smiled and told her, "I've been waiting for so long for this..." "Me too." she sighed as he pulled her off the bench seat onto a large comforter he had unfolded on the expansive floor of the limo. He laid down and helped her climb on top of him, slowly sliding onto his rigid member. They both expelled moans as they joined and kissed. They moved slowly at first, grinding and rotating to find each other's pleasure spots. Then Carrie's movements became more rhythmic, harder and faster until she gasped, "I'm going to..." and his hands reached up and touched her nipples as she came. He pulled her down, feeling her chest thump from the pounding of her heart as she rested from the action. He used the time to whisper some other ideas of what they should do, his hard cock still in her and rubbing slowly inside her, until she was ready to go again. They tried several positions in the car until he couldn't hold off any longer. He flipped her over onto all fours, her elbows resting on the padded seat. He entered her from behind, his wrapped cock sliding in and giving her ripples of pleasure as he began to thrust into her from behind, his body molded to her back, grinding together in a dance of passion and lust. He griped her tight as he said, "I'm going to come..." She said "Yesssss..." and they both came together, collapsing on the floor, panting and cuddling. They lay together for a while, until James touched her face. "You need to get to the party." Carrie groaned, not wanting to end the fun, but knowing she had to show up at the event. He helped her dress, then went forward to drive as Carrie used the large vanity mirror to touch up her makeup and hair. She was re-assembled as James pulled the limo to the front door of the house and opened her door. "Have a good evening madam." James said, tipping his cap and smiling secretly to her. "You earned yourself a big tip, driver." she said, smiling back. Her friend greeted her at the door, "Carrie! You look radiant!" Carrie smiled. "I feel ... radiant." She said, hoping her friend couldn't tell she had just been thoroughly fucked. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After the party, Carrie strolled out, waving to her best friend over her shoulder. She scanned the limos and saw James step out of a driver's door. He tipped his hat and opened a door for her. She took his hand and stepped into the car, being sure to let him see the lace at the top of her stockings. His smile warmed her. As she set a takeout container into the iced area, she noticed the cd of her favorite songs that he'd put into the stereo system. She'd deliberately not had too much to eat or drink because she knew that he'd be coming to pick her up at the end of the party. She smiled when she saw the glasses and the bottle of sparkling wine, which had been opened for her. She couldn't resist pouring herself a half glass, but saved the rest to share with him later. There was a large bouquet on the seat opposite her. A wicked thought sprang to mind as she sipped her wine. When he parked the car and opened the back door, he found her reclining in the seat, wearing only items from Victoria's Secret. She had taken rose petals and sprinkled them all over her body, and on the blanket on the floor. One rose was between her teeth. She burst into laughter after only a second, tossed the rose aside, saying "isn't that cheesy? ha" She tugged him into her arms, and they wrestled down onto the floor. The moon roof was open, and the stars were out. She pulled at his clothing as they kissed and laughed. She climbed on top of him, deliberately dangling her breasts in front of his face while she unbuttoned his shirt. His hands were stroking her backside, playing with the silk and the gaps between her stockings and panties. Silk, skin, silk, skin. She reached to the side and brought her hand to his lips, feeding him bites of chocolate covered strawberry. Her lips were moving over his face, as she whispered to him. "I want more of you. I didn't get enough before. I could hardly wait to get back to you and get your hands on me again." By now she'd moved on to his belt, and he helped her to open his pants. She kissed him once again on the lips, and then worked her way down his chest until her lips and tongue found their target. He stroked her hair and whispered to her, telling her what felt good and what he wanted more of. Eventually he pulled her up into his arms and rolled over on top of her. He eased her legs up, caressing the lace, pressing his body into hers, feeling how wet she was as he entered her. Her arms pulled him closer and her legs locked around his waist as they ground against one another, stroking and kissing each other. Her breathing was ragged as he whispered in her ear "...like this?" She gasped for breath and nodded, pulling his mouth back to hers, her hand on the back of his neck. With no one around to hear, she was free to scream in ecstasy as he gave her yet another orgasm that night. She whispered his name into his ear over and over as she trembled underneath him. At long last she stroked his face, and whispered that it was time for her to return to her other life. "...but I love you baby... thank you for helping me find this part of me again. I thought it was long gone." ~for MY James..... Taken for a Ride The cars on the forecourt gleamed in the late afternoon sun like expensive jewels, and expensive they certainly were! Daisy knew a sleek convertible was way beyond her means but she had a few hours to kill and it never hurt to dream did it? The showroom was empty and the tap of her stilettos echoed loudly. She wandered over to a metallic silver cabriolet and admired the cream leather upholstery. It had class written all over it and for a moment she allowed her mind to wander, spinning a fantasy of driving the car home. A discreet cough behind her made her jump slightly and she turned quickly to find a young and very attractive salesman standing there. He smiled pleasantly, "Can I help you?" he asked solicitously. She smiled slowly and admired the cut of his designer trousers; a naughty plan beginning to take seed in her mind. She could see that she had grabbed the man's interest in more ways than one as he blatantly ran his eyes down her body, taking in the short cotton dress that hugged her slim figure and her long, tanned legs. "That rather depends...." She replied softly and leaned back slightly against the side of the car. "Was there a particular model that you had in mind?" He stepped closer, his afternoon suddenly becoming a whole lot more appealing. "Ooh something fast and sexy; I have a divorce settlement to spend and an ex-husband to piss off... This one looks pretty good; any chance of a test-drive?" "That shouldn't be a problem but I'd better go and check with my boss. My name is Ben, by the way. Can I fetch you a drink while you wait?" The man ran his fingers through his black hair and continued to pay homage to Daisy's lithe form. "No thanks." She answered lightly. "I haven't got all day though..." she added and checked her watch to emphasise the point. "Ok, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Ben hurried off, clearly on a mission to secure a sale. Daisy smiled to herself. This was going to be more fun than she thought! The man was rather sexy too; maybe there was scope for a different sort of fun as well... He was back in record time and once the paperwork was sorted he led her out of the building and round the side where another gleaming cabriolet stood. It had metallic red paint, alloy wheels and cream leather seats, not to mention a very expensive sound system. "Nice..." Daisy said coolly, not wanting to appear overly impressed. Ben opened the drivers' door for her and admired her legs as she folded herself into the comfortable seat. He nipped around and jumped in the passenger side. Once in he quickly ran through where everything was and switched on the air-con. Within a few minutes the car interior was lovely and cool and putting on her shades, Daisy smoothly pulled the car off the forecourt and headed for the by-pass out of town. As she drove, Ben continued to prattle on in a helpful way, feeding her with useless information on miles per gallon and torque ratios. After ten minutes of this she began to get bored, (after all she didn't want to buy the bloody car), so she cut in with, "Got a girlfriend?" That threw him for a moment but he recovered sufficiently to reply, "No actually, been single for a few months." Daisy could feel him looking at her with more interest now and she shifted in her seat allowing her dress to hike even higher up her thighs. She heard his sharp intake of breath and struggled not to grin to herself. This was almost too easy. "So... how long do I have you for then?" She asked innocently, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the road. "Er... I can't be too long obviously but we don't need to rush. I want you to be entirely satisfied with our service..." Ben smiled hopefully at her. "Oh I'm sure I will be!" Daisy turned and held his gaze for a heated moment before returning her eyes to the road ahead. Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat and placed his hands on his lap. Daisy smiled; she knew she had him now... For a while they cruised out of town and into the countryside, the car humming along effortlessly. Daisy drove fast, enjoying the superior handling of such a fine machine. It was a definite improvement on her current model. Conversation had died but the sexual tension was palpable and she felt a delicious ache between her legs. Before long they were cruising down quiet leafy lanes where the only other traffic was the odd tractor. Daisy knew this area well and she also knew exactly where she was going. She turned off down a narrow track and Ben glanced at her slightly alarmed. "Where are we?" He asked in a worried tone of voice. He had a feeling things were getting out of control and he didn't like it. "Don't panic, I know where I'm heading..." They came to a small car park area and Daisy turned in, pulling up under a group of tall pine trees. It was well screened from the lane but the place was totally deserted anyway. She got out and stood admiring the view, leaning on the bonnet. The fields stretched out for miles, hazy in the summer heat and somewhere in the distance a cow mooed forlornly. For a moment she wondered if Ben was actually going to get out too, but eventually he came and stood a short distance away from her. He looked at her curiously, unsure of what her intentions were. Clearly this was not a normal test drive scenario and he didn't have a clue what was expected of him. Without the benefit of air-con he looked hot and his cream shirt was sticking to his chest, outlining a well-muscled torso. Daisy licked her lips suggestively and leant back on the bonnet, allowing her breasts to thrust out slightly. She was feeling very horny by now and her nipples hardened in response. She could see Ben had noticed but he still didn't quite get the message. He seemed unsure of how to handle this so just to emphasise her point she ran her hand down her body, lightly caressing herself. Immediately there was a noticeable bulge spoiling the line of his designer trousers and Daisy smiled. "Shall we test the suspension?" she asked naughtily. Ben didn't need any more hints and covered the ground between them in seconds. He pulled her to him roughly and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. His body felt hard against her softness and she responded to him, reaching down his back and pulling his tight buttocks to her. He groaned and backed away from her slightly to admire her body. Slowly he slid the straps of her silky dress from her shoulders and pulled it down to expose her lacy cream bra. Her nipples ached and she looked at him expectantly. He smiled at her, more confident now, and reached round to undo the clasp, allowing the bra to fall unheeded to the floor. Now her breasts were exposed she pushed them forward inviting him to take them in his mouth. He responded by cupping them in his hands and sucking first one nipple hard, then the other. Daisy groaned and wriggled her crotch against him. She was so aroused now; her pussy was flooded with juices and ached to be filled up. His very hard erection certainly felt ample enough to do that... She reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers and squeezed it. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts reaching hastily to undo his flies. "No!" Daisy said firmly, "I want you to go down on me first and make me cum..." She lifted up her dress up her thighs and slid her fingers inside her cream knickers. As he watched lustfully, she slowly stroked herself. "Come on, I haven't got all day!" she added lightly. "Bitch!" Ben muttered darkly, but got down on his knees anyway. After all, he had yet to secure the sale... He carefully eased her sopping knickers down and she stepped out of them. Her legs were shaking with anticipation and arousal and she dearly hoped he knew what he was doing... He didn't disappoint. He parted her swollen pussy with his thumbs before thrusting his tongue into her hole, bathing his face in her copious juices. She leant back onto the bonnet, enjoying this as he lapped and tongued his way around her before homing in on her swollen clitoris. He licked rhythmically and inserted a finger inside her at the same time. She could feel the pressure building, her breath was coming in hard gasps and she grabbed his hair, grinding herself into his face in an effort to find relief. He responded by taking her clit in his mouth and sucking hard. It was all she needed to tip her over the precipice and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her, spasms rippling through her entire body. Before the contractions had died down he flipped her over and releasing his hard cock, thrust into her wet pussy from behind. "Go on, fuck me hard..." Daisy hissed as he buried himself deep inside her. He grabbed her hair hard and she yelped with pain but he ignored her protests and carried on fucking her relentlessly. The pleasure was intense and she reached down to rub her clit. Another orgasm hit her and she gasped at the intensity, her pussy spasming in pleasure. "Oh fuck..." Ben groaned and came hard. She could feel him pumping inside her as her own orgasm died down. For a few moments he rested on her, spent, but he was heavy so she shifted uncomfortably. He stood up; his now soft cock slipping wetly from her sated pussy. Daisy wanted to avoid any embarrassing sweet nothings at this point so she quickly pulled her dress down and retrieved her underwear from the floor. Carefully she rearranged her clothes, smoothed her blonde hair and looked at Ben. He seemed uncertain of what to say and was looking back at her quizzically now so she decided to say it for him. "Thanks! I needed that and you were great." She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth, briefly tasting her own musky flavour, before tossing the keys at him. "You can drive back. I've seen all I need to." On the journey home Daisy tilted the seat back and relaxed, her body humming pleasurably. The rock music from the stereo soothed her and luckily Ben didn't try to make annoying conversation, he just drove in shell-shocked silence. In no time at all they were back at the garage. As they pulled onto the forecourt, a tall man with grey hair stepped out of the showroom with a peeved look on his face. They had obviously taken far too long and the Manager wasn't amused. "And what did you think of the car Miss..." He asked in an oily tone of voice as they parked the car and stood by it. "I loved it naturally." Daisy smiled. "Sorry to have kept Ben away for so long; I needed plenty of time to consider such an expensive purchase," Daisy added apologetically. Ben glanced sideways at her gratefully. The man still looked less than amused but evidently decided that the customer was always right. She turned back to Ben, "Well thanks for your time Ben; it was a very enjoyable ride!" Daisy put her designer shades back on and grinned at him, throwing her bag over her shoulder. Ben smiled hesitantly at her, unsure of whether he had indeed been taken for a ride. "Anyway, I need a little more time to consider it so I think I'll go home and sleep on it." Daisy smiled winningly at both men, turned and walked away; bag swinging jauntily from her shoulder. She strolled back towards her old clapped out Fiat feeling very chilled. There were certainly worse ways to spend an afternoon than looking at expensive cars... Taken for a Ride I'm not given to hyperbole. So when I tell you that every tap of her nails on the keyboard was a tap on my glans, you will understand. Waiting for the typing to stop and the mail icon to light up was torturous. My stomach tightened, my scrotum drew up and I'm pretty sure I held my breath each and every time. Needless to say, my work was suffering. Oh, god, here it was again. And I'm breathing again, too quickly. "I have a package for you. Please swing by my desk and pick it up. I expect you to deliver it immediately." I'm anxious and more than a little curious what this is about. Never before has she issued directives like this. On a normal day we exchange flirty emails; sometimes erotic; always suggestive. Today was shaping up pleasant. Her tone has been more erotic than flirty and I've spent the last hour or so adjusting myself. Shifting my erection, again, to be less obvious, I walk through the office to her desk. She looks lovely today; shear white blouse, camisole underneath, charcoal skirt. I can even see the seams of perfectly arranged stockings along the backs of her calves. It's never a wonder that she gets my blood pressure elevated. On the corner of her desk is a manila envelope and a folded sheet of paper. As I approach a slight nod from her indicates I am to take the envelope. I pick it up. "What's..." starts to come out of my mouth, but I quickly cut it off when I see the way she is looking at me. "Get moving, this is important!" and she turns back to the work in front of her. I'm a bit off balance. This isn't part of the game at all. Did I miss something? The envelope is lumpy though not too heavy. The folded piece of paper simply reads: "Elevator. Garage. Key in envelope. More instructions in car." This makes little sense. I turn to walk back to her, but the elevator has arrived, and I think back to that look. It was almost contempt. Into the elevator. Press B2 for the garage and lean back, a little crestfallen. I was thinking of asking her out today. This feels like a rude awakening , I guess. I am still confused. Five floors to go. The envelope is wound shut, though not glued. I untwist the closure and turn the envelope to pour into my hand. First the key... and then black silk? Wet black silk. It's then that the scent hits me. A musk. Sweet and sensual. My arousal is almost uncontrollable and instant. As I turn over the silk I can see it is a pair of very feminine silk and lace panties. They are soaked through. My mouth is dry and I can feel sweat breaking out all over my body. The elevator stops. Looking up notice we aren't in the garage yet. The two women and man that step into the elevator cab stop short when they see me. I must be more of a mess than I thought. The older of the women notices what is in my hand first and gives me a rather uncomfortable cough accompanied by a scowl. The doors have closed and there is no escape. As deftly as I can, I try to push the panties back into the envelope without drawing the attention of the other two. It seems like the man didn't notice, but I'm certain the women did. Looking from the older to the younger, I notice they are both still staring (the younger a little less subtly than the older). I look down to see if I got the panties back in the envelope and notice my erection is really making a tent of my trousers. Can we say Jr. High awkward? I realize with an explosion of embarrassment that the women were looking at my raging boner. Oh! God! I look back up and catch their eyes. The older woman purses her lips and scowls at me even more, the younger's eyes bug and she turns scarlet. Much the same color I feel at the moment. The elevator halts and I plunge out of the car pushing past the trio and those waiting in the lobby. I can't be in the elevator any longer, not that I'm claustrophobic, but that was a little more crowded than I am able to deal with. To be fair, I usually prefer a less crowded venue to show off my endowment. I'll take the stairs down. Three floors later, my heart is no longer beating a hole in my chest and my breathing has slowed to normal. While my erection is no longer in danger of ripping out of my pants, I can still feel my slightly turgid cock swinging against my thigh. This day is not at all what I thought it would be. I reach back in the envelope to retrieve the key. I have to push aside the wet silk to find the key. As I catch the key in my fingers, I hear a 'tink'. Whatever that was wil have to wait until I'm somewhere a little less exposed. I'm not really relishing another panties-in-the-elevator moment. Its an Audi key. No remote, just the key. With key in hand I start to walk the length of cars, looking for this Audi. I found one about halfway down the line of parked cars. The key slides into the door lock, but it refuses to turn. Very carefully I worked the key back out of the lock so as not to damage either key or lock. On down the garage on the other side was another Audi. Same result though! I walked the remaining length of the garage. Nothing. BMW, Nissan, a couple Fords, there was even a Mini. As I quickly ran out of parking stalls I began to think I might have to go back up to the office. And then, it was there. Last stall. Deep in shadow. Key slides in and turns without hesitation. The door makes that satisfyingly expensive sound when I lift the handle and pull. I slide into the driver's seat and pick up a sheet of folded paper from the passenger seat. "Before reading anything else get in the back seat. Once there open and read." It says this on the outside of its folded form. I'm pretty sure, after the panties, that we are still playing the game, though perhaps a little more advanced version from what was taking place last week. I state this to explain why I would crawl into the back seat of a parked car. I am imagining that she comes down and joins me in a few minutes. What could be more fun or inspiring than a clandestine nooner in the parking lot. I step back out of the car and close the driver's door. The back door opens easily. There's a lot of room in the back of these cars... Close the door, settle back, read note. "As you might expect, I'm going to come down and join you in a couple minutes. As I said, I really need you to make a delivery! *wink* If you want to take a moment to reduce the amount of clothing in our way, I'm sure you will find it appreciated greatly. In the envelope, you will find a couple things to help set the mood. I'm looking forward to seeing you. I won't be long." Not sure about you , but I find all of this rather arousing. My cock is no longer "slightly" turgid. I don't mind if I do shed a couple layers. I have at least a couple minutes, so I carefully fold everything and set it in the front passenger's seat. I'm going to have to be seen in public after this and would rather not have to explain a wrinkled suit. It's just me in my birthday suit. I'm guessing that no matter what she planned, finding me completely naked will be a little shock. Clothes off, now what's in the envelope? The panties, not quite so sodden do help set a mood aromatically and imaginatively. I'm assuming she is walking around without any panties on, which is hot. At the bottom of the envelope is the ring. Obviously what the key tinked on. It's thick and highly polished, about 2" across, maybe a little more. I know what this is, though I wasn't expecting to find it. This woman does keep me on my toes. Deep breathing, thinking of grocery shopping and about three minutes later the cock-ring is on, secure around my cock and balls. The lift on my scrotum is delicious. Very quickly, what arousal that had abated is regained, and grocery shopping is put from my mind. My erection is ridiculous. My mind wandering through the coming possibilities and the ring pulling at me have me thick and hard. I can hear someone walking. They are too far to see with the adjacent cars cutting off views. The click of steps draws closer. I can feel the throb of my pulse in my cock as my heart rate increases. Even in the dark I can see that it is her walking towards the car. The fall of her hair and the movement of her shoulders giving her silhouette away. She circles to the passenger side, opens the front door, and in a swift and graceful movement scoops up my clothing and closes the door. Terror! I grab the handle on the passenger side. *Click* I check the lock. *Click* What the hell. If I pull any harder I'm certain the handle will break off. Shifting around the back seat my cock slaps my thigh and stomach. I grab the handle to the driver's side and pull with conviction. *Click* *Thump* The trunk opens, but my door remains sealed. A glance shows me something going in the trunk and a bump suggests her briefcase. A heavy thump and the trunk closes. For a second she is framed in the rear windshield and then she is circling to the driver's side of the car. I'm trying to climb into the front seat. Though a roomy car this is not an easy task. My cock is caught yet again on the seat-back. I shift to loose it and freeze. She is opening the driver's door. I pause here with no idea what is next. She slides into the driver's seat; the weave of her skirt zooshing across the leather seat and the silky blouse crushes into the seat as the settles back. My position and awkwardness are comedic in light of her grace and calm. " Sit back." She starts the car. Reaching up to adjust the mirror, " I don't want you getting thrown around... yet."