She sits silent for a moment, trying to control her excitement, careful not to blurt out something silly or would make her sound **** or easy, but it is so difficult, as all she can think about is him fucking her soon.
"Lunch would be perfect." She finally manages to get the words out, hoping they aren't too rushed or shouted, and when he nods with a smile, she's relieved that she has managed to do something so simple as to utter four basic words.
"I know just the place for a beautiful young lady like you" he informs her as he heads into town. She's about to reply, but once more finds herself at a loss for words as his hand again finds its way onto her thigh, just high enough that his fingers ease under the hem once more.
She sits, watching his hand intently, wondering if she should do something more than be a passive observer, wondering if he would expect her to be more active in this moment. But all she can do is wait for him to do something else, to direct her as he did last night.
She doesn't have to wait too long, and as he casually drives with just one hand on the wheel, his other hand caresses deeper under her dress, his long fingers caressing around her thighs, teasingly close to where she so desperately needs to feel them already. She's sure he must feel the heat radiating from her, from that place between her thighs where she wants those fingers, but as they approach a little closer, he takes his hand away to allow him to turn into a small lane.
"Here we are" he announces unnecessarily as she sees the lane lead into a small car park for the restaurant he has brought her to. Pulling the car to a halt he turns to her, smiling, "and don't worry young lady, I plan to have my hand back there soon enough."
All she can do is grin back, the images in her mind making her cheeks flush as she tries to undo the seat belt with hands that are trembling with anticipation and need.
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