Make the call.

I open up my phone and put a call through to the girl I feel would always be up for some fun any time, day or night. After a quick ring, they answer.

“Mmmm late night booty call. Where do you want me, big guy?”

I’m a little thrown off by them knowing the exact reason I was calling and them cutting straight to the chase.

“I, ahh, just wanted to…” I stammer out at being read so easily.

“Piya and Yui are passed out and you are in the mood, right?”

“How did you know?” I ask.

“The girls messaged me a couple of hours ago, very tipsy and very horny. It’s your fault really for taking so long to get off work. Yui can never last with more than three glasses of wine, Piya a few more…”

Aor knows. Aor always knows everything.

“Sorry I shouldn’t be calling you like this,” I offer to the Gossip Queen of Thais.

“Don’t be so silly. I did ask you where you wanted me to meet you,” Aor says, her voice going velvety.

“You can come out?”

“Of course. I have a friend staying who can watch bub while I nip out for ‘some formula’. I’m actually quite flattered you’d think of me like this what with your impressive number of suiters you have going on.”

Aor and I discuss plans where to meet. My place would be too far for Aor but there is a nice nature reserve park that has an athletics ground in it that is sure to be deserted this time of night. I slip back out of Piya’s house through the side exit, borrowing her car once again.

I arrive at our rendezvous point about fifteen minutes later and have to wait ten more minutes for Aor to arrive. Her car pulls up into the parking spot next to me and I see her get out of the car in grey sweatpants and jumper. It’s probably the most dressed-down I have ever seen Aor but she still looks remarkable. Her large chest filling out the fabric of her jumper admirably.

Hoping into the passenger’s seat, Aor leans over and gives me a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth as her hand lands on my crotch squeezing.

“Good, you’re not in your car,” Aor says, “but let’s drive somewhere else so it’s not so suspicious.”

I do as Aor says, starting up Piya’s car and pulling out of the parking lot to find another spot. The automatic transmission allowing my hand to roam free and rest in between Aor’s thighs.

As we’re coming out of the lot, another car is driving in. A white van with the headlights blinding my eyes.

“Shit,” Aor curses at the van and ducks down and across into my lap as the driver’s headlights swing into my direction.

“Are you still being followed?” I ask Aor, alarmed and worried for her.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. It might not have been the same van. Let’s just go somewhere else,” Aor tells me which does very little to ease the uncomfortable feeling I’m getting.

Still, the thought of hooking up with Aor outweighs my concerns and I take a winding route to another part of the park, certain that the no cars have been following us. I do however make sure we park in a hidden spot behind some trees with an alternate exit from the one we came in from.

Finally parked, Aor is like a teenager borrowing her parent’s car on a date. Her lips are back to mine immediately and she is rubbing my cock back to its rock-hard status. I’m delighted to find that Aor has left the house in nothing but her tracksuit and panties when I run my hands underneath her jacket and start to play with her sensational tits. Within a few minutes, Aor is throating my cock in the driver's seat, her heading bobbing expertly up and down on my dick as she tries to suck the life **** out of me.

I’m groaning with how good it feels when I’m alerted to headlights coming our way.

“Shit!” it's my turn to swear this time as I pull Aor’s greedy mouth off my cock warning her, “it’s that fucking van again.”

From the careful vantage point I had selected, I’m able to make out the number plate of the vehicle this time while Aor hides below the view of the windscreen. When the van is far enough away I pull my pants back up around my waist and turn the car engine back on, putting Piya’s car into drive while keeping the headlights turned off still. Aor and I sneak out the other exit carefully and once were back onto the main ring road of the park turn the lights back on to be able to see.

“This is getting beyond a joke,” I tell Aor, determined to do something about her being followed even if she doesn’t seem to think it’s a big deal.

Were less than a kilometre from where we took off a second time when I see lights in my rearview mirror gaining on us as I put my foot down as well. I have Aor pull up the contact for my next-door neighbour Barry and dial it, putting it on speaker for me to talk.

“Hey, kiddo,” he answers after a brief ring.

“Hey, Barry. Are you able to run a number plate for me?” I ask cutting straight to the matter at hand.

“That would be illegal unless I suspected there was a crime being committed,” Barry informs me of the law.

“But if there was a car that’s been flowing my friend for days and chasing us now making me fearful for my own personal safety?”

“I’d say give me the plate number now,” Barry tells me having heard what he needs to hear.

I tell him the license plate number I saw and he takes a moment to put it the computer. I was lucky to have caught him in his patrol car.

“It’s coming back as belonging to a private investigator. Is your friend in any sort of dispute?” Barry asks.

“Going through a divorce,” I confirm.

“Ahh well, that would do it. The guy is listed as having a couple of priors and an outstanding warrant so what I’m going to have you do is drive to the station I’m at and I’ll have another car pick him up when you pull in. Feel free run a few red lights if you have to.”

I do as Barry says and lead the van on an exhilarating chase through the city streets. The private investigator likely thinking that he finally has the chance to get the evidence he’s after for Aor’s husband. His triumph turns sour however when we pull into Barry’s police station car park with a number of police car’s waiting. The van tries to continue on straight and getaway but a pair of pursuit cars immediately set off out of the police station with lights and sirens on. Aor and I pull up to the front of the watch house where Barry is waiting for us with his partner.

“What an interesting life you lead,” Barry says when Aor and I get out.

“Barry, thank you, you’re a lifesaver. How is your wife Lucy doing?” Aor says as stands on her tippy toes to give the big policeman a kiss on the cheek. The tall man blushing at the praise. I shouldn’t be at all surprised that Aor knows Barry’s wife name.

“Lucy is good. I’m sure she would love to have you and your son over for dinner again,” Barry tells Aor.

“I’ll call her to arrange a date,” Aor chats happily, not showing the slightest concern for what’s just happened, “and how are you, Keith? Did the girls into the school?”

“They did and Mary got that scholarship she was hoping for too. Thank you for your letter. It really helped.”

Now, this really does surprise me. I didn’t even know the name of Barry’s partner, let alone he had twin daughters that were applying for a private high school. Aor’s level of gossip connectivity is CIA level!

“Want to come inside while we catch this guy?” Barry asks us after Aor has finished with her small talk.