Not immediately

She looked directly ahead, watching as he turned off the main road, a sign informing them of a car park ahead. She could feel the warmth in her face as she contemplated his question, such a simple question but one that she realised held so much meaning.

He continued to drive, letting the question hang between them. He was clearly not going to say anymore until she answered, but she knew that in answering she would be admitting to something that she had confessed to no one before. And yet here she was, with a man probably as old as her father whom she had known less than 24 hours, and was so close to admitting something so personal.

She hardly noticed as the car slowed, the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels signalling they had left the road completely. Though she had been looking out the car, she hadn't really noticed until they came to a stop between two other cars that they were now in the car park, half full due to the warm weather, obviously many others were out walking in the local park and woods that this car park served. He switched off the car engine and simply sat, face turned to her, waiting.

Still she was speechless, afraid to admit what she thought he already knew anyway, afraid that in finally saying the words out loud he would laugh at her, think her silly, or worse, dirty and not someone he wanted to spend more time with. But the silence in the car was becoming too great, too long, and at last she knew she had to answer if only to get the moment over with.

"It excites me Sir" the words came out as a whisper, as if she didn't want them to drift any further in the air than the short space between them.

"Pardon Flis, I didn't quite hear that." His hand slipped onto her bare thigh as he spoke, almost as if to give her strength to speak again. She knew he had heard, but realised he was not going to let her just whisper them.

"I said it excites me Sir." This time her words were louder, more forceful.

"And?" His question was short and demanding, and she knew he wanted her to admit more.

"It makes me wet Sir. It excites me so much I get wet." The words came out quickly, as if now she had started to speak she had to tell him more. "I get so wet and horny and sometimes I can hardly wait to get home to relieve myself." She could feel heat again, now not just in her face as she confessed her dirty secret, this time the heat spread all down her body and she realised that in telling him this she was again wet, having the same feeling now, in his car, as she would sometimes get when she knew she was being watched playing netball, knowing the eyes on her were for her body and not for the game she was playing.

"Aren't you a dirty girl then" he whispered to her, but the way his hand had somehow found its way under her skirt and between her thighs made it very clear to her that he liked naughty girls.