Decline

"Another time, Meghan," you answer, seeing the disappointment in her face. "I've got an umbrella. I'll walk you to the door."

She brightens a little at that, her hands stroking her thighs.

You park and open the umbrella, walking around the car to open her door. She scrambles out, her dress riding well up her legs, giving you a quick view of her pussy before she gets to her feet. The rain has let up a bit, but you can hear it spattering on the umbrella while you walk her to the front door of the building.

She fumbles in her purse for her key, and finding it looks up at you. "Are you sure you won't come in, Sir?" she murmurs "I'd like to thank you properly." She moves closer and turns he face up towards you. You smile and kiss her cheek softly, moving back before she can turn her head to your mouth.

"Have a good weekend Meghan," you tell her, stroking her cheek with one finger before turning away and descending the steps to your car.