Join you on your way to the hotel

"I just got off the plane, are you still here too?" You ask.

"I am," Greg confirms.

"Since we're all at the same hotel, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me," you propose.

"That sounds like a grand idea, Suzy. I could use some good company. Where are you at?" Greg asked.

"I'm just outside the entrance. I was going to hail a cab, but then I thought of you," you admit.

"That's sweet of you, Suzy, though I think you deserve to travel in more style than a cab. How about I rent us a car? I would happily be your driver for the evening," he proposes.

You admit to yourself that does sound more appealing. Plus just the two of you alone in a car has the potential for naughty fun if the mood strikes you.

"You have yourself a deal, Mr. Saunders."

"Great! Stay right where you are, Suzy. I'll be right out."

You are pleased that he sounded a little excited. Neither of you had said anything openly yet, but you had a strong feeling that he wants to take things a lot further as much as you did. You wait patiently for a few minutes, then smile when you see him heading toward you. Part of you feels the urge to walk up and kiss him, though the practical part of you keeps you from such a rash action.

"Mrs. Jones, your chariot awaits," Greg proclaims with a grin, holding up the keys.

"My thanks, good sir," you tease good-naturedly. "However can I repay you?"

"Oh, I think there may be a couple things," he smiles knowingly, but says nothing more on the subject. "Our ride's this way."

He almost takes your hand, but like you, common sense takes over and he stops the action. Instead the two of you walk companionably to the vehicle. It was nice for a rent-a-car, you had to admit. He probably paid more than he should have, but you certainly weren't going to complain. He goes to the passenger side and opens the door for you.

"Madame," he says with a slight flourish of his hand.

"Why thank you," you say, moving to get in the passenger side. You bend over a little more than necessary. You had worn jeans for the trip, giving Greg a great view of your ass. "Nice interior design," you say, pointedly in no hurry as you bend over a little further to look inside.