Then, I stop, dead. A limo is standing there. The door slowly opens as if by magic. I don't see you!

Can I -- will I really do this? Isn't this... dangerous! God, I feel dangerous. Never feel so hot, so sexy, so desired and desirable. I run outside, hardly stopping to shut and lock my door, laughing, giggling. There are my neighbors outside! Normal people on a afternoon: kids playing, daddies washing cars and mowing lawns. I feel more than see everybody stop in their tracks to look and stare.

I feel more than naked, but it isn't out of total embarrassment that I flush a deep red from my cheeks down to my breasts. Then, I stop, dead. A limo is standing there. The door slowly opens as if by magic. And it is magic -- the fantasy beckons to me -- wait for me to begin....

The door swings open the opposite way of most cars -- and this isn't most cars! Long, sleek, jet black, and apparently cavernous inside. As I walk (make that strut) toward my waiting carriage, the silence of the neighborhood is astounding. I wonder what they think of me now. Maybe I'm suddenly become a high-priced call girl? (Maybe I have -- that thought made me hesitate a moment.)

Then I turn at the door, and look straight into the eyes of Roger, my nearest neighbor. Not 30 feet away, he standstransfixed, no longer remembering the purpose of the running hose that he is pointing in the general direction of his soapy car.

I feel the need to be wicked. Why not? I'm certainly dressed for this role. Since Roger has a clear view (and no one else -- I glance around) I decide to give him a show. I stretch out my pretty left leg, barely bending it as I set myr foot just inside the car.

Then, instead of bending my head and ducking in, I squat down, fully aware of taking my overcoat up higher. Then there isn't much higher to go -- I can already feel the deliciously cool air kissing my hot, wet lips.

Now I set my butt at the edge of the seat, all the while aiming the space between my legs directly at Roger. As I lifted my left leg and point my toes directly at him, I know that he is no longer meeting my eyes (I wonder if he ever can again!).

Instead I feel his gaze travel up that long, perfectly shaped limb; all the way up to the pink slit that split my creamy thighs in two. I slowly, slowly bent my leg at the knee, making it even more beautiful, all the while moving it closer into the car; teasing him, making it clear that the view he is now enjoying is shortly going to be gone.

Finally, all the way into the car, I sit there, still pointed out at him, legs slightly open, licking my lips. Then I blow him a kiss good-bye! As if by magic again (okay, it is probably remote-controlled) the door closes at that moment. I lay back in what is more a luxurious sofa bed than a car seat, laughing.

I have only a glimpse of the interior of the limo when someone forces a blindfold over my eyes. Then a voice whispers in your ear -- "It will better for you if you don't see me now." That's right -- I think -- go and see what happens tonight.