Doing A Carol 13
Dear Diary.
‘What’s going on here?’ Michael asked, standing at the door.
About time!
Though not sure as things were getting hot in here.
Startled by the roar behind them, the men all turned around, saw the handsome looking stranger in the doorway and scurried off like rats back to their dark crevices, retrieving for their own safety.
‘Having fun, are we?’ He smiled cheekily as I quickly did up my dress.
‘Possibly.’
Michael grinned.
‘I see you made it then,’ I said, trying to sort myself out.
‘Yes. Sorry. The car I borrowed was playing up. You look gorgeous by the way.’
‘Thank you.’ I did a twirl. ‘Do you approve?’
‘Oh yeah.’
And with that he gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, to the disapproval from the bar tender and his friend as they were expecting that and much more.
‘Are you ready?’ Michael asked, tapping at his watch in mock impatience.
‘Ready and willing.’
‘Great. Have you got everything? Like your decency?’
‘Fuck off,’ I laughed, flinging my handbag over my shoulder.
Michael rubbed my arse as I turned to exit.
‘Let’s go.’ Michael turned back and winked to the bar tender. ‘See you another time.’
The bar tender nodded back, in a kind of knowing way.
What was that all about? Was this a set up?
‘Do you know that man?’ I asked.
‘No, why?’
‘Just being nosey.’
Michael beeped his borrowed car open and we both jumped in.
‘Right. We’re going for a short ride before I take you home,’ Michael said as he switched on the car.
‘Oh.’ My heart sunk. It looked like we weren’t going to play tonight.
‘We’re going to take a detour. Let me make a quick text first.’
‘Ooh. Where?’ I asked as I checked my lipstick in the mirror of the sun visor.
‘I’m not sure. Let’s see where the road takes us, shall we?’
‘OK.’ I played the innocent one, knowing full well he knew where we were going, but I didn’t want to spoil his fun.
He put his phone away and then we sped off into the darkness where the country roads linked village to village.
‘Not long now,’ he smiled as we approached a main road.
‘Not long until what?’
He didn’t answer. He kept driving and checking the road.
‘I love your outfit. Fucking sexy,’ he said, touching my thigh.
I opened my legs up for him to have a proper feel of the lace encased goods. He didn’t react. Bastard. He removed his hand, gripped the wheel and carried on driving.
After a few minutes of silence, he asked, ‘Will you do me a favour?’
‘What’s that?’ I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood now to do the him a favour.
‘You see that lorry in front of us?’
‘Yes.’
‘I want you to open your window and flash your stockings at him as we go past.’
I’m not sure if I wanted to.
‘OK,’ I said reluctantly.
‘Are you alright?’
‘Yes I’m fine. Just feeling a bit woozy.’ I lied, looking out of the window.’
Michael then manoeuvred next to the lorry and kept with up the same speed.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes.’
I then lifted my skirt up to show off my stockings. The lorry driver looked down, smiled and waved at me.
That did cheer me up.
‘How was that? Michael asked as we slowed down.
‘It was nice.’
‘Nice. Not horny?’
‘I was expecting more.’
‘All in good time.’ He reached down and stroked my inner thigh. His fingers almost touched my panties. I gasped quietly. ‘We’ll be doing more soon. Much more!’
I smiled back. He certainly knew how to cheer a girl up.
We continued flashing my legs to a few happy lorry drivers, all giving back their compliments.
‘You have a lovely pair of legs,’ Michael remarked.
‘Thank you.’
‘And your boobs are remarkable too.’
‘Are you trying to get me to show them off?’ I smiled as I slowly unbuttoned the top half of my dress to reveal my black bra.
‘You read my mind.’
‘Yes. I can see the response in your trousers.’ Michael’s crotch area was starting to tent. ‘Let me help you out there.’
I reached down and held his growing bulge. ‘Mmm nice.’
‘You’ll see it soon. Trust me.’
‘I can’t wait.’
Michael pulled up to another lorry, but this time all my buttons were undone and I was showing off my lingerie. The driver couldn’t believe his eyes. He flashed his lights to show thanks.
‘Yeah. That bloke loved you.’
‘Yes he did. This is fun.’
‘I’m going to have to stop for a minute, if that’s ok? I need to stretch my legs.’
‘Sure.’
‘There’s a lorry stop coming up soon. We can pull in there’
‘OK. I best cover myself up, hadn’t I?’
Michael smiled.
Minutes later we pulled into a tiny parking area and stopped.
‘Just give me a minute or so,’ Michael said as he got out of the car. I could see him adjusting himself.
‘OK.’
I watched Michael walk around to my side and opened my door.
‘Do you want some fresh air too? He asked.
‘Sure. I need to clear my head.’
But just as I put one foot on the pebbles, Michael said, ‘Stop. Let me take a quick pic of you like that.’
He then got out his phone and took a picture. Snap.
‘Wow. You look fantastic.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Let me take another pic. No one’s around.’
‘Oh OK.’ I undid some buttons.
‘Fuck. You’re so sexy.’
I giggled and opened my legs wider for him to get a better picture.
‘Why don’t you sit on that bench over there,’ he suggested to a bench by the curb. ‘You’ll be more comfortable on there.’
We walked over to the bench as he continued to take pics of my arse.
‘Hey, bend over on that bench.’
‘Like this?’ I asked as I lifted my dress up.
‘Perfect. Why don’t you take off the dress?’
‘Here?’
‘Come on. You know you want to.’
I did.
‘You’re a bad influence Michael.’
‘I know. Now take it off.’
I did as I was told and posed some more. Click, click, click.
‘Your breasts look amazing in that bra.’
Was he trying to say sometime or ask for something? I thought I’d beat him and removed my bra.
‘Fuck. So hot.’ Michael smiled as kept snapping and as I kept posing.
It was fun, I can’t lie about that. And as no one was nearby, only the crack of trodden sticks coming from the bushes by the local widelife and except for a small empty car tucked way in the corner, I felt I could be naughty. Really naughty.
The area was discreet, quiet with the odd occasional car passing by. I’m glad that the car park was hard to find and well hidden from the road, otherwise I wouldn’t have been so brave.
‘Michael…’ I whispered.
‘Yes?’
‘You see my panties?’
‘Yes I do.’ He then took a close up of my lacy covered crotch.
‘I think my pussy needs some air.’ I could see the outline of his cock spring in to action with that remark.
‘I think so too!’
I then slowly pulled down my panties and placed them on the bench. Michael continued to snap away from all angles, giving me directions on what to do.
He leant in and took a picture of his hand lightly stroking my vagina. I let out a soft moan of pleasure.
‘You look fucking amazing,’ he said and he took the last picture. ‘I can’t wait for tomorrow night.’
‘What’s happening tomorrow night then? I said as I began to get dressed.
‘You’ll see. Let’s get you back home and rested. You’re going to need it.’
‘OK. You’re the boss.’
‘And don’t you forget that.’ He grinned as we both got in the car. ‘I’ll be picking you up at the same time, but this time I want you to wear this.’ He pulled out a bag from the back seat. ‘No looking until you get home. Promise?’
‘Promise.’
‘You’re a good girl.’
That’s what he thought.
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