A Whisper

11: The Catskills

I didn't know where we were going, other than north. I had an overnight bag in the back of Eric's Range Rover. I found it funny that we had the same car, just different colors. Mine was white and his was black. It was a very comfortable ride.

"So you're not giving me any hints about where we're going?" I was pretty sure I could get it out of him if I really tried to.

"You don't like surprises?" He threaded his fingers through mine.

"I do, I'm just... it's my nature to try to figure it out. Are we close?" We were out of the city by about two hours.

"Getting closer. We'll be there in about forty-five minutes."

"So long enough for me to unzip your jeans and do something very unladylike in the front seat of this car?"

"How unladylike are we talking?" He knew exactly what I was hinting at.

"Depends. You get a choice between my hand or my mouth."

"Mmm, as good as your mouth would feel, I'll take your hand." He smiled when he looked over at me.

I lifted our hands to kiss his.

"Or would you rather I played with myself so I'm ready for you when we get where we're going?"

"That's an even better idea," he smirked. "If you turn me on too much I may have to pull over and fuck you against the car."

"I think you can make it to wherever we're going." I left my hand linked with his. I slipped my shoes off so I could put my foot up on the dashboard. Eric glanced over as I tugged my skirt up so he would be able to see what my fingers were doing. "You want to tell me what to do?"

"Stroke your pretty lips, Lover," he requested. "Move your fingers up and down nice and slow..."

"Over my panties or under them?"

"Over your panties. I'll tell you when to push them out of the way."

"Yes, sir," I said, making him growl. My fingers moved between my thighs to begin stroking slowly, going up and down the way Eric wanted them to. "Mmm... this feels good."

His eyes flicked down between my thighs before focusing on the road again. After a minute or so he said, "Push your panties over. Rub your sweet little clit."

"Yes, sir." I did as he instructed by moving my panties over. I reached up to his mouth and asked, "Would you mind getting those wet for me, baby?"

His eyes locked onto mine for a moment as he sucked two of my fingers. He licked between them before swirling around the tips, leaving them nice and wet.

"You're being a very good girl, Lover," he praised once he released my fingers.

"Thank you." My glistening fingers went right to my pussy to play with my clit. I rubbed over the little bud in slow circles that made me moan.

"Such a sweet sound," he whispered. "Tell me how wet your pussy is getting for me."

"Mmm... pretty soon you'd be able to slide right into me," I told him. "You'd get so deep."

"Imagine sitting on my lap and feeling my thick dick sliding deep inside of you," he purred. "Push your fingers into your pussy, Sookie. I want you to think about my cock inside of you."

"Yes, sir," I breathed. My fingers slid inside me no problem. He groaned as I pumped them in and out. "Can you see how wet you're making me, Eric?"

"Yes, Lover, I can. It's making me hard." His eyes flicked down to my hand again. "If you'd like help, I'd love to assist."