Even as she slips into the passenger seat beside him, she starts to panic maybe her choice of outfit wasn't quite right. She can feel the leather seat against her bare legs, all the way up to the top of her thighs, only the tiniest tightest pair of shorts she owned to cover herself. And above that, just as much bare flesh, her whole stomach on display, just a skimpy bra top to hold her firm small breasts in place.
"Wow" he says with a grin as he looks her up and down even as she settles into the seat. "Certainly not wearing quite as much as last night are you Flis. Those shorts look almost painted on."
"It's ok isn't it? I wasn't sure where we were going, or what you might like me in, and well, it is so sunny I thought this was ok." Her words rush from her mouth in a panic, but are cut short as his hand slips onto her the flesh of her thigh just below her shorts, squeezing softly. Whatever else she was going to say instantly sticks in her throat, replaced with the thought of how close his fingers are already to her pussy.
"Relax, you look lovely, I wasn't planning to take you to a posh restaurant or anything, we can go anywhere you fancy, maybe a nice pub lunch or a summer walk." Even as he speaks he eases the car away from the kerb and away from her home and any noisy neighbours who might have seen her get in with him.
"Thanks" is all she can manage to get out as the imprint of his hand that is no longer on her leg is still sending shivers up her whole body and making her wonder if maybe a skirt might have been a better idea; as lovely as she thought these shorts were, they aren't going to be so easy to get off in a hurry, and she so hoped that at some point today he would be getting her out of them.
"So, where would you like to go young lady?" he asks, making her turn back to look at him, her eyes shining with excitement.
Well... How about..." she starts, trying to decide what she wanted to do first.
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