Self Service Dining

Mason walked to rear passenger door expecting Sophia to want to sit in the back but instead she stopped at the front passenger door, "I hope you don't mid if I ride shotgun."

Mason's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, but he quickly recovered, his expression smoothing into a neutral mask. "Not at all, Sophia," he replied, his voice low and even, as he opened the front passenger door for her. Sophia slid into the seat, her movements fluid and deliberate, her skirt riding up slightly as she settled into the leather upholstery.

As Mason closed the door behind her, Sophia reached out to adjust the air conditioning vent, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. She directed the airflow towards her face, feeling the gentle caress of the air on her skin. The sensation was soothing, and she closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

As Mason walked around the car to the driver's side, Sophia's eyes remained closed, her face tilted upwards to catch the gentle breeze from the air conditioning vent. The soft hum of the engine and the quiet whoosh of the air vents created a soothing melody that seemed to lull her into a state of relaxation. Her chest rose and fell with each slow breath, her shoulders sagging slightly as she let go of the tension that had built up during their earlier encounter.

Mason opened the driver's side door and slid into the seat, his movements quiet and deliberate as he settled into the leather upholstery as he took in the sight of Sophia with her legs spread just enough that her skirt was riding up and revealing the tops of her stockings and bare thighs.

Mason adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting Sophia's in the reflection. She looked relaxed, her eyes closed and her face tilted upwards. He could see the faint outline of her stockings and bare thighs, and he felt a stirring in his loins. He quickly shifted his gaze back to the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Sophia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Mason's in the rearview mirror. She smiled, her lips curling upwards in a slow, seductive curve. She reached out and adjusted the mirror, so that she could see herself more clearly,

her fingers brushing against the cool glass. As she gazed at her reflection, she smoothed out her hair, her fingers tracing the curves of her face. Her eyes lingered on her lips, still swollen from their earlier encounter, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Mason's eyes flickered back to the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he struggled to maintain his focus. He could feel Sophia's gaze on him, and he knew that she was watching him, waiting for him to make a move. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his body responding to the tension between them.

Sophia's gaze never wavered, her eyes locked onto Mason's reflection in the mirror, "I am starving...perhaps you have something I can eat?" Sophia asked as she ran her fingers over the erection straining to break free from his pants.

"You should know that I always will have something you can put in your mouth," he replied, his voice low and husky.