He opens the door without saying a word and offers me his hand to help me up and in.
I look at his massive digits and can’t help but wonder what they say about the size of a man’s fingers and the length and thickness of his cock. If it’s true my pussy is going to have its work cut out for it if I’m going to be able to accept everything he has to give.
I reach for his hand as I go to step up and into my seat, but the minute my hand finds his my body freezes up and my leg just kind of wobbles as it misses the floor mat and I feel the side of the seat moving quickly towards my face, or more accurately the other way around, as I fall forward.
And just like in the movies, Superman swoops in and scoops me up in his arms, lifting me up and literally sitting me in my seat and then pivoting my body around so I’m facing forward.
“I’m so clumsy sometimes,” I say.
“You’re not. It’s a big step up. When I had it modified I wasn’t really thinking of other passengers,” he says.
He was never known to get around back home, but then again he commuted to work everyday so who knows what went on there.
But I never saw a woman over at his house or remember my parents talking about him going on dates or anything.
All I remember in that regard was my mom trying to hook him up a few times to which he always politely declined without so much as even taking a look at the pictures of my mom’s friends.
He always said he was focused on getting a job at a university so he could get tenure and then do what he really loved, writing research papers while he was teaching. He was just so focused on his career.
And focused on keeping that body of his rock hard.
I know he had a gym in his garage. I remember the few ladies in town talking about how it was time to go for a quick walk every time his garage door was open.
I remember as a kid riding my bike by his house and seeing this hulking man covered in sweat as he groaned while he lifted weights that would make Paul Bunyan look like a sissy.
And now I realize what I’d missed all those years.
But I just made up for it with the way he lifted me like I was a five-pound dumbbell, after my dumb loss of balance. I really need to quit blaming myself for things sometimes.
He shut my door and moved back around to his side and got in.
His expression neutral and his body language calm and in control as he took the stick shift and off we went.
“I like your SUV,” I say, trying to break the ice.
“Thanks,” he says.
“I don’t know many guys who drive a stick shift anymore…especially an SUV.”
“I never considered myself most guys.”
“No. I definitely wasn’t implying that,” I say and as I realize my mistake I instinctively reach out for him, my hand finding the top of his hand which is resting on top of the stick shift.
And then I feel him shift into a higher gear and the SUV picks up speed without jerking or anything.
But the speed of the SUV isn’t what gets me. It’s having my hand on top of his as I feel the power in his hand as he so effortlessly controls this multiple ton piece of machinery with complete mastery.
He looks down at my hand, glaring at it and I feel my cheeks redden.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you from your driving.”
He smirks. “You’ve been distracting me since the moment you rang my doorbell.”
“I’m sorry,” I say feeling like something’s wrong. “If your busy we can call this off.”
“You’re the kind of distraction I need, Penelope,” he says and I feel a lump in my throat as he looks at me with need in his eyes.
“I’ve been so focused on my career and my research all these years I think I kind of lost sight of what’s important in life.”
“You did?”
“Yes, and I needed a little distraction to get me back on track.”
“I’m glad I could help,” I say. “I think that’s what you’re saying at least.”
“That’s partly what I’m saying,” he says. He pauses for one second and then looks back at the road as we pull up to a stoplight.
Then his eyes turn back to me as his body turns just slightly so his shoulders are more open to me.
“But what I’m really saying is that you’re not a distraction…you’re the priority.”
Chapter Six
Bishop
The whole ride over I could see how nervous she was.
Good.
Seeing her off balance, on edge, turned me on.
And little did she know she had me on edge too.