Starting the car he turns to her, eyes clearly taking her in again as they drift from face over her young body, over her legs and seeming to come to rest on her still damp shorts.
"Maybe you should take them off" he suggests as he looks back to her face. She can only laugh softly, then the laugh stops in her throat as she realises he is being serious.
"But..." she starts to protest, but he quickly interrupts.
"No, I think you should take them off. Let them dry out a little while we drive." His eyes fix on hers, looking deep, daring her to disobey him. She knows it is still her choice, but the thought of doing as he says somehow excites her deep inside, and without breaking that eye contact her hands trail down to her tight little shorts, flicking at the button on them.
"Carry on" he commands as she pauses with hands on the waist of them, looking back at him. Without even being totally aware of it, she lifts her hips as she wiggles them down over her hips and thighs, revealing the skimpy black thong she is wearing beneath.
"Lovely" he whispers as he watches the shorts slide down her legs to her ankles, and leaning down in her seat, she pushes them off, leaving them on the floor of the car around her feet.
She relaxes back into her seat, unsure whether she should do or say more, but before she can really think about it, he starts the car and pulls it out of the parking space.
"A little afternoon drive then Flis?" he asks her as he manoeuvres the car into the light afternoon traffic on the main road and heads off away from town.
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