The moment I pull up in front of the building, I’m grabbing my phone, about to text Charlotte when the building door opens and she’s there, heading straight for the car, her mouth dropping open in shock. I’d roll down the passenger window to say something to her but it’s got a crank handle, so I just wait for her to open the door.
Within seconds she does exactly that, ducking her head so she can study me. “Perry!”
I grin. I can’t help it. “What do you think?”
“It’s…” She bursts out laughing as she stands up straight and stares at my precious baby. “It’s super orange.”
“That’s my favorite part.” Not really. The engine is what makes my dick hard.
Not that my car actually makes my dick hard…
“It’s beautiful.” She ducks her head back inside and I want to tell her she’s the beautiful one. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so pretty. Her eyes are sparkling and her hair is down and perfectly straight. She has on a flower-print dress with a denim jacket over it, and while I figured she’d show up in jeans and a sweater, this casual look works for me too.
“Get in,” I demand and she does as I ask, settling her sweet self into the passenger seat, her gaze roaming the interior, as if she doesn’t know where to look first. “What do you think?”
“It’s really nice. It looks brand new.”
“She’s in pristine condition.” I smooth my hand over the dash yet again. Like I get off on stroking this car. Seriously, I’m nuts.
“What year?”
“1969, baby.” I grin at her when she slams her door shut. “Wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me.”
Charlotte wrinkles her nose. “No one has ever done that to me.”
“Wined you and dined you?”
“Sixty-nined me.” Her cheeks turn pink.
My mind immediately goes to Charlotte on top of me, her pussy and ass right in my face, her mouth wrapped around my dick. “We’re going to have to try that sometime.”
“Have you ever done that before? Oh my God, don’t answer that question. I don’t want to know.” She shakes her head vehemently.
We never talk about my previous sexual experiences because they weren’t that memorable. As in, I never had a lasting relationship beyond a couple of casual hookups with the same person. “Want me to be real with you right now?”
“Probably not.”
I ignore her answer. “I’ve never done it.”
She’s quiet for a moment, her head slowly swiveling in my direction so she can stare at me. “Really?”
I nod. “Seemed like a lot of work.” And rather intimate.
Wouldn’t mind being rather intimate with my wife, though.
“Still not interested, then?”
“Didn’t have it on the agenda tonight, but things can change.” I shift the car into first gear and leave my foot on the clutch. “Ready to go?”
“Where are you taking me?”
“On the ride of your life,” I answer without hesitation.
Her smile is huge and the sound of her laughter…
Fuck. It just does something to me.
“Let’s go,” she says eagerly.