Go home with him

“Sure, you can ride me home” I answered, before embarrassingly correcting myself. “I mean drive. You can drive me home.”

David laughed a warm, genuine laugh. “I remember you doing the riding. But enough. Let’s find my car.”

We walked out the club together after finding our clothes in the locker room. It took David a few minutes to put on his suit. It was clearly tailored, and the sight of him in it made my pussy tremble.

I asked Lewis to tell Becky I’d already left, as David took my hand and lead me the short walk to his car. It was a top of the range sports car. I couldn’t believe it when he unlocked it. The leather seats squeaked slightly as I got in, but I didn’t care. Cars really did it for me, and if he wanted, he could have had me again, there in the front seat of his car. But instead he drove me home carefully, like a true gentleman.

He pulled the car up to an open space outside my apartment building.

“Ummm…” I asked slightly nervously. “Do you want to come up? For a coffee?”

He smiled a knowing smile. “Sure. Coffee.”

We got out the car, and I led him up to my apartment.

Fin.