Part 1 - Jack and Anna meet up

Part 2 - Anna hits the dance floor as Jack observes

As she rounded the side of the bar, she saw a taxi pulled in with its hazards ticking. She approached and could see a tall figure already in the back. This was it. No going back now.

She quickly tripped over to the side door, a light breeze gusting her dress against her bare ass and teasing between her legs. Ducking her head, she saw him folded up in the back seat, his tall body twisted towards her open door.

“You came,” he exhaled and grinned up at her.

“I’m here. Patience. These things take time,” she quipped as she slid into the seat next to him and strapped herself in.

“What things?” he questioned.

Coyly, she reached into her bag and retrieved her damp thong. “These things. As requested.” She placed it into the hand he had splayed on the leather seat between them, pushing it underneath quickly in case the driver could see. His fingers closed tightly round it.

“Fuck. I can’t believe you did it,” he laughed.

“Oh, darling, you’ll be surprised at what I’ll do,” she drawled, half playful, half serious.

Suddenly more aware of her surroundings, she risked a quick check to the rear view mirror. As expected, she saw the driver’s eyes flick back to the road. His face was unnaturally straight, as if he knew exactly what was about to occur but wanted to show his neutrality to the situation.

He indicated and started to move off. Jack took charge and clarified the address. It was about a fifteen minute journey. Fifteen minutes of torture. She wanted nothing more than to rip open his pants and pleasure herself with his body. She’d already waited so long for this and imagined it so many times over.

She sat back into her seat and turned to look at Jack. His fingers had wrapped themselves around the string of her pants and he was gazing at them intently.

“What’s up? Not your usual style? Do you prefer a more conservative knicker for your weekend cross dressing?” Anna winked at him, enjoying the opportunity to banter with him face to face rather than from behind a screen.

“Well, when you have to package away what I am carrying, generally you need a large coverage option…not that I would be averse to trying out something so skimpy. I imagine it would rub in all the right places. Though, high risk of chafing with this lace...” His eyes twinkled in the rhythmic flash of the streetlights they passed under.

She laughed, openly, feeling so at ease with him.

“Oh god. That sound. I’m going to make you do that again before the nights’s over.” He lowered his voice to a gruff whisper. “I am excited to see what other sounds I can coax out of you too.” At this, he lifted the pants to his striking face and inhaled deeply, pleasure deeply etched into his expression as his eyes drifted shut.

A heady rush sent her backwards into her seat. What was he doing to her? To have someone this openly want her, it was destroying any hold she had on her senses. She felt utterly alien to herself. And she loved it.

“You are depraved. You know that, don’t you?”

He lowered his hand and, as he opened his eyes, the side of his mouth twitched into a smirk. “Oh, Anna, you have no idea.”

This journey could not be over quick enough.

As if he was thinking the same thing, he tucked the thong into his pocket then let his hand drift towards her thigh. He stared straight ahead and engaged the driver in small talk: a distraction. His height meant that he could reach her with ease, his long fingers landing just above her knee and the warmth of his palm spreading through the fabric of her dress. This flimsy green satin number and a few inches was all that separated her from his touch exactly where she wanted it: she wanted those fingers deep within her, curling against her g-spot and wringing out climax after climax.

“You don’t surprise me there, mate. I’ve said the same myself for years. Honestly, they’re clueless.” His hand squeezed her knee with intention before he eased a finger under the hem of the material. Gently, slowly, he inched it up, running a single finger across the exposed skin he found there. Instant goosebumps, she twitched her thigh to meet his touch. The knowledge her pussy was a risk of public indecency meant she was starting to soak through her dress to the leather beneath her. Which he would soon see, as would the driver, if he lifted it much higher.

“Well, if they will carry on acting like there are no consequences to such stupid decisions…”

She had no idea if they were talking politics or sport as she couldn’t focus on anything but the small strokes which were now, gradually, moving along her upper thigh. He must be able to feel her heat. He shifted slightly in his seat to account for his growing hard on but kept up his unfaltering championship chat.

Greedily, she widened her legs, sliding her foot alongside his. In response, his little finger slid to the top crease of her thigh, the hand staying possessively on her flesh. She realised she was holding her breath. The danger and risk of the situation hit her in a wave but was counteracted by a pulse of lust as his finger brushed against her exposed curls.

She stifled the gasp in her throat and silently pleaded for more.

That devious finger proceeded to stroke lightly along the lip closest to him. He started at the top and dropped down, slowly lifting back up, again and again. There was no friction as, by now, he could feel how wet she was. Still, he prattled on, though his voice had taken on a smokey, deeper tone. She was unsure if he could reach any further into her without undoing his seat belt but was content to enjoy the tease. For now.

Then his finger reached into her entrance, right at the apex where her lips joined, and dipped in. Hitting bone as well as flesh, he pushed in and held it there. It was like a shot of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips tried to buck in response but he held her in place with just the tip of his finger, his hand at full spread. He started to make the tinniest of circles but kept the pressure hard. Anna didn’t think she’d ever even touched herself there before, let alone had her husband ever considered this a spot of interest. It was shooting delicious jolts of pleasure along her thighs and causing her lower stomach to clench.

He risked a sideways glance at her, his eyes flaming and his tongue darting to moisten his lips. He briefly looked down at this hand, and, gently tipping his head to the side with appreciation, he turned back to his conversation.

She desperately tried to control her breathing. All of her felt on fire. She’d never been touched intimately in public. Her husband hated PDAs and never even so much put a hand on the small of her back. She felt alive. Truly alive and more ‘Anna’ than she had in years. She moved her hand to gently sit on top of Jack’s: a sign of encouragement and confirming her pleasure, as she slipped her fingers in between his. She allowed her head to fall back and her eyes to close.

Lost in the sensation of his ceaseless teasing, she hadn’t realised the taxi was turning and slowing down.

“Just here on the left, buddy.” He slowly retracted his hand, squeezing her thigh and lowering the hem of her dress back down.

As she raised her head back up, he leant in and gently placed his hand under her chin, lifting her mouth towards his. Her eyes met his and he paused, whispering against her lips, “if that’s what I can do with my little finger, imagine the fun that awaits us.” His lips covered her shocked gasp and he brought their mouths together in their first brief kiss. Tender, warm and inviting, it was full of the promise of more. And christ, did she want it.

He pulled back and reached to grab his wallet from his back pocket. Anna glanced again at the driver and saw a huge smirk on his face.

As Jack paid the fee, their driver thanked him and followed with, “have a nice night you two. I am sure you will.”

Blushing deeply, Anna released her seatbelt and went to open her door. Jack reached out and stopped her, “no, wait.” He dove out of his side and slipped around the back of the car. She laughed to herself at his chivalry. He opened the door with a mock bow. “Allow me, madam.”

Thanking the driver, Anna took Jack’s proffered hand. Feeling like a celebrity, she looked up at him as he shut the door behind her and pulled her into his side, deftly slipping his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled against his huge frame and felt his warmth seep into her as he guided her towards the lobby of his hotel.

He stopped at the door, just short of pushing it open, and turned to her with concern. “You are absolutely sure about this? To reassure you, this is our secret, as I know what we are both risking by being here. But I know, as soon as we are alone in my room, I will struggle to ask you this question again.”

Her eyes scanned over his furrowed brow, a slight twitch at his temple and his tighter lips and realised the level of care there was for her here. Whatever was to follow, this man wanted her, had made her feel alive again and was going to do things to her that maybe she’d never even imagined. And she wanted that. She wanted him. For once, what she wanted mattered.

Her hand slid up his arm, cupped his face and she lightly brushed her thumb along his lower lip. He shivered and closed his eyes. Raising herself on her toes, she kissed him. This time, she poured every desire she had for him into that kiss, the hunger growing as she felt him respond. His tongue met hers and pushed hard into her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her ass cheeks and pull her up against his hips. She was left breathless as he eventually broke off, grinning.

“Let’s get that beautiful ass inside so I can tell it all the depraved things I’m going to do to it,” he murmured.

“Oh, but my glorious tits will get jealous,” she retorted sultrily.

Keeping his hand firmly on her bottom, he pushed open the door. “You underestimate me. Don’t worry. I have plans for them too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 cumming soon