A hotel.

God, you can't get a room, can you? You can't ask him to pay for that, too. You wouldn't be asking, though, because he offered. He wants to, and you told yourself that he would have what he wanted. Still, you hadn't expected him to suggest something so daring. Not that getting frisky in a parking lot, with someone other than your wife (with someone else's wife, in fact), isn't daring, but what time would you get home if you got a room, and how would you explain it? So much more could happen in a hotel than in here, and while that does excite you, it also scares you, because you know that you won't say no to anything.

"Do you want to get a room?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!"

"Fine," you tell him, and then you push him back in his seat and start to grind on his lap. He gasps and starts to close his eyes, but you grab him firmly by the chin and say, "no, look at me." Holding his gaze, you continue to gyrate, feeling the the hard mass of his cock beneath his jeans. "If we get a room, are you gonna' make the most of it?"

"Yes," he tells you, between laboured breaths.

"Good, because I'm here for you. You deserve to have your needs met, but you can only have me this one time. After that, my body will belong to someone else again."

"Okay, Jen."

"But right now, it belongs to you, so take me to some seedy motel and do what you want with me."

"I know just the place," he says.