The Long Driveway

Pulling down into the long driveway, the first thing she did after yanking back the e-brake was toss her shoes out onto the pavement. Cursed things. She shouldn’t have even bought them in the first place. From now on, it would be sneakers and sandals. Or boots if need be. But no more heels.

Absently, she caressed her smooth, pale calves, the feeling so good that her eyelids reflexively fluttered closed. Never again. Even if Will likes them.

Will.

He was planning something for her, some kind of celebration to mark her graduation. She knew it. She was sure it had to do with the club, and maybe even the river. But she just hadn’t pieced it together yet. Not that it mattered. With a secret little smile, she admitted she liked most of his surprises. Most.

Without ever really deciding to do so, she adjusted her seat back, lowering herself into a much more comfortable and reclined position. The sun coming through the side windows felt like Heaven itself after spending all day in that unbelievably cold office. She wanted more sun.

The moon-roof slid open, and she sighed at herself. Staying here a while longer wouldn’t hurt. No real rush to get out of the car. And besides, she was finally getting a chance to relax and warm up. Taking the clip out of her hair, she let it fall to her shoulders.

The sky, so blue and wide through the open roof of her car, seemed to invoke a strange feeling in her. She recognized the feeling, she’d had it every once in a great while ever since she was a child, an inexplicable desire to shed her clothes and go completely naked. It was embarrassing, really. Which was why she’d never told anyone about it. And the feeling always seemed to pass quickly. But it was hanging on today.

She felt her own hand, seemingly of its own volition, glide up her thigh, over her stomach and up to her neck, her cool fingertips gently exploring the soft skin of her throat. Unexpectedly, the touch of her own hand sent shivers down her body, from her hips to her toes, from her shoulders to her breasts, and from her neck down to her hot little…her whole body suddenly gave a jolt, and the urge to get out of her skirt was nearly overwhelming.

This was neither the time nor the place. She forced the thought into her head. But the sun felt so good. No one could see her. Not this close to the house. The nearest neighbor was half a mile away, and she felt nearly cloistered by the enormous hemlock and maple trees that lined both the driveway and the property line. No one could see her. Too bad.

The shock of those two little words made her eyes fly open. Her body was still not responding to logic, still seemingly of its own mind. She wanted to control it. Yet, she wanted to slake it.

She drew in a long, slow breath, and let it out the same. It was meant to calm her. But it didn’t. Her body wasn’t really listening to her anymore.

Her hand was still at her throat, still deliciously provoking little pulses that were beginning to overwhelm her. Turning her body against her. She should put that hand on the door handle instead. At least go inside if her body needed attention, but… going inside wasn’t quite what she thought she wanted. Closing her eyes again, she imagined herself as she was, reclined in the car, the sun bathing her, her hands roaming over her skin, her body needing something from her… tentatively, she imagined her neighbor, a handsome and friendly man, building his son’s tree house up high enough to see her car and wondering why she hadn’t gotten out…and then, she gave him binoculars so that he could see her….

She twisted in the seat, pressing her cheek against the headrest at the sudden surge between her thighs. That’s it, she breathlessly admitted, her face hot, that’s what she wanted. She felt herself palm her breasts, savoring the pressure on her nipples. She really should go inside, but, she was so swollen, and so slippery….

Inside.

No, here. In the open.

It felt like she’d been waiting forever for those words. She tugged on her blouse, un-tucking and unbuttoning. Raising her hips, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, leaving her long, lithe legs completely bare, visible to anyone who might look in. Instinctively, she looked around, peeking out the side windows. She wasn’t surprised that she looked, but she was a little intrigued at the relief she felt knowing no one was there—there was a world of difference between a possible audience or an imagined one, and an actual one, she admitted, propping a foot on the rest pedal and using the leverage to crook her leg at the knee. For her, it would be best if her audience was imagined. She thought again of her neighbor.

“Noah,” she began aloud in an apologetic tone. “You’re going to be my audience today, okay?” She ran her hands over her breasts, working up the excitement needed to unhook and open up her bra. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to think about you seeing me like this… especially since you probably never will. But, oh what a show I’m going to put on for you.”

Her open palm seductively trailed up the underside of her naked thigh, tickling the skin behind her bent knee. Trailing back down, her hand made a slow, deliberate path to her panties, her fingers sliding torturously across the damp material.

Arching, she reached around and unhooked her bra, the lacy cups loosening and exposing her as the straps slipped off her shoulders. She felt another surge as she imagined Noah watching her undress. And this is just the beginning, she told him.

Little sighs escaped her parted lips as she grabbed each breast, squeezing and kneading. She knew she didn’t have large breasts, by any means, though she was very happy with them. They were full B cups, and Will loved them of course. He was very fond of telling her that large breasts got in the way of elegance, as if she needed to hear it; well, she didn’t need to, but she liked it nonetheless. She pinched a nipple, the waves of pleasure rolling through her, and she wondered if Noah would like them too.

“Noah, honey, keep your eyes on me now, okay?”

Keeping her left hand on her breasts, she let her right slip down to her soaked cottons. Her hand slipped under the material and found the waxed-clean skin beneath.

She took in a surprised breath. She had completely forgotten about that.

Her fingers, warm and gentle, slipped over the moist, aching folds of her sex, spreading her wetness all over the bald skin beneath her sky-blue panties, creating a feeling she’d never had before. It was as if she had slathered massage oil all over her pussy, but there was no hair, no friction.

It felt so good, so wonderful, so slippery.

She was sweating. A lot. She didn’t care. Her body had become slick with a sheen of sweat, and she reveled in it. Rubbing a forearm across her glistening breasts, rolling her dusk-colored nipples, she arched her back and let out a gratified groan. If there had suddenly been a real person watching she wouldn’t have been able to care less.

She imagined what Noah would be seeing. Her hair about her shoulders, wisps of it strewn over her chest, her breasts, peach-colored in the sun, her bare stomach, flat and tightening as she began to build toward orgasm… her thin legs disappearing beneath the dashboard, her bra loose, it’s straps at her elbows, her blouse open and all but forgotten… and her, sweating and slippery, trying to come in front of him.

The thought elicited a whimper, and she lifted her hips once more, this time to slide her cotton panties down to her calves. She lowered herself back down into the seat, reveling in the scratchy foreign feel of the interior on her naked butt.

She felt her orgasm approaching, felt it building inside of her. She imagined Noah, his dark, tanned chest bare under the sun, just like hers, with his eyes glued to her, a thick, solid erection in his pants. An erection that she had given him. A hard, straining cock with her name on it.

She gasped at the image, and dropped both hands between her legs. She rubbed quick, tight circles, her hips beginning to flex up off the seat. She was so close. She knew what she wanted to think of, she’d discovered it by accident. She fixed in her mind the image of her rock-hard neighbor watching her, his cock hard because of her, and as her hips continued to hover just slightly off the seat, she began to finger her clit.

She was so close. Her ass was up off the seat now, her shoulders and her feet giving her the leverage to keep it there.

“Watch me, Noah—watch me come where you can see m—“

She felt the wave hit her, felt it change her words into a long, throaty groan, and pushed both circling fingers deep into her irising hole. Twisting above the seat, still furiously rubbing her clit, she kept her body tight as she came. Only seconds later did she let herself fall back into the chair, light-headed, washed in the luxurious, satiating release.

She was still for a long moment, not wanting to move, not wanting to let go of the feeling her orgasm had left her with. But eventually she realized she had to get into the house.

Peeking up over the car door, she looked around the property. Okay, good. Still no one. She laughed at herself. What would she have done had she found someone? If she had looked out of the car, only to find a UPS man holding a pen out in front of her? Certainly, she would have been embarrassed. Not earlier, in the heat of the moment, but now, afterward. Luckily, none of that mattered at the moment. But, it was good to know how she felt—the realization that she would be so embarrassed afterward was a good indicator that her audiences should remain imaginary. Yes, audiences, she smiled to herself, a mischievous little smile. Because she would most certainly be doing this again.

She slipped her bra completely off, and kicked her panties onto the pedals. Don’t really need those on. Just the skirt, and the blouse should be fine.

She shimmied the skirt back down, and buttoned and zipped. Better leave the moon roof open. Let the car air out a little. That was a funny story for later.

Honey, she imagined herself telling Will while they were on a grocery trip, can I tell you about a time when I was alone in the car, sitting where you are right now? Yep, she nodded to herself, he would love that.

Taking one last look around, she gathered her things, jumped out of the car, and went inside the house.

And Will had a surprise waiting for her. She nearly dropped her keys.

There were flowers everywhere. Her favorites. Lilac, carnations, daisies. Yellows, pinks, oranges, lavenders. They were beautiful, and they did exactly what she knew Will had intended for them to do. They put a great big smile on her face—granted, she admitted, there could be two reasons why she was smiling so big, but the flowers were perfect. Meant to celebrate her graduation.

And there was a card. Blue and yellow, with a grad’s cap and tassels.

Hi sexy,

I’ve arranged for a car to pick you up at 730. I’ve arranged a little celebration at the club. Oh, and I took the liberty of finding you something new to wear. We won’t be out too late.

Did the flowers make you smile?

I wanted to be the first to offer my congratulations… Doctor.

I’ll see you tonight,

Love,

Will

He took the liberty, huh? What would she do without that man? She re-read where he said they wouldn’t be out too late. That’s a good thing, she thought, as she looked from the card in one hand to the still-damp panties in the other. She smiled to herself, and set the card down on the end table where she’d found it. First, she needed a shower. A cool one, too. Then she would look for her new clothes.

Stepping out of the shower and slipping on her robe, Laura wrapped a towel around her hair and padded over to her closet. Sliding open the big mirrored doors, she found the dress Will had picked up for her. It had been such a good idea to let him make a note of her sizes. She’d balked at first because the prospect of someday having to let him know when her size went up seemed too embarrassing, but eventually she relented. And the reward had been no less than a man who loved to buy her clothes.

And what he’d gotten her this time was gorgeous.

It was a dark sapphire Taylor, with a beautiful, lengthy cut and a very flattering neckline. She felt almost like a school girl giddily finding the perfect prom dress. It was awful, she laughed at herself, how well he picked out clothes for her.

Looking forward to trying the dress on and modeling it for herself in front of the full length closet mirrors, she went looking for her hairdryer. She didn’t have to dry it all the way, she had a little while before her chauffeur arrived, but she had to get it started or it would never be done in time.

At 725pm, the doorbell rang.

Laura hurried downstairs, her hair up in a clip; she’d long ago learned how men loved to bring hair down, and Will was no exception, so she often kept it up for him. Her new dress fit perfectly, and she couldn’t wait to show it off. Her first victim would be her unsuspecting driver.

She slipped on her shoes—heels which, by the way, would no doubt be coming right back off in the car—readied her brightest smile, and opened the door.

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the cat call that she got wasn’t quite it. ‘How dare he?’ was soon replaced with a twinge of embarrassment once she recognized her driver.

Sam.

Sam was one of Will’s best bartenders, so good that he was really more of a friend and a partner—Will didn’t make a decision concerning the bar without Sam’s opinion. Will had known Sam a long time, much longer than Laura had, but she had quickly grown to like the tall, dark man, cut well, handsome, and absolutely charming as he was.

“Sam?” she looked over his shoulder, hard as it was to imagine that he would really be her driver. But he was in the right uniform, after all. And there was a rather long limousine parked behind her Camry.

“Not what you expected, Doctor?”

“You’re my driver, Sam?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Did you quit?”

“Quit?”

“Working for Will?”

“Oh,” he laughed, a low-pitched chuckle. “No, I’m getting paid extra for this.”

“Really?”

“But I would’ve done it for free.”

“Thank you, Sam,” Laura said, putting a hand behind his neck and giving him a quick hug. Quick enough to smell his cologne and let him smell her perfume. Sam was a gorgeous man, and she couldn’t resist flirting with Will’s friend. Especially because he would flirt back, and in just the right ways. Never too much, never over the line.

“Will wanted you treated well tonight.”

“And he sent you? That seems almost dangerous.”

“He made me promise not to ravage you.”

Laura laughed aloud, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Did he?”

“Well, he knew about the dress, obviously.”

She turned back, grabbed her purse and her keys, shut the front door behind her, and locked it before letting herself turn back to her friend. That last remark might have made her blush, and she sure wasn’t about to let him see that, or she’d never hear the end of it. When she did turn back to him, she avoided his eyes.

“You’re a devil, Sam,” she told him as he walked her down the path to the waiting car.

“On the contrary ma’am,” Sam replied, a roguish glint in his eyes. “I am an angel.”

A moment later, Sam opened her door and closed it after her. Inside the car, chilling in a bucket, was an expensive bottle of champagne. And a pair of glasses.

“Sam,” Laura mentioned, after he had gotten into the front seat. “There are two glasses back here. Is someone joining me?”

“I think one of them has my name on it.”

Laura took a closer look, discovering that the glasses were indeed engraved.

”I see Will’s name, and mine…but… Sam, my last name is written as Evans here.”

There was a pause up front. Finally, he spoke.

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, it’s strange, considering my last name is Molina.”

“Oh wow,” Sam laughed, low, almost as if he were embarrassed. “Doctor, I think perhaps those glasses were meant for the ride home.”

Another long pause, this time her fault….

“Oh my God.”

“Yes,” Sam said, then quiet again. Suddenly, “You might want to try and act surprised later.”

Will was planning to propose. It hit her like a gust of wind. A rush of feeling that climbed up from her toes. Laura Evans. It sounded good. Very good. Suddenly she was blinking back the water in her eyes.

“You okay back there, Laura?”

“Yes, Sam, thank you,” she said, her eyes clearing. “Just a little surprised, that’s all.”

“Yeah.”

She could tell from his voice that he felt terrible.

“Don’t feel bad, Sam,” she said, smiling in his mirror. She had a feeling she’d be smiling the rest of the night. “This is going to be a wonderful night for me, so don’t you feel bad for a second, do you hear me?”

He was quiet, seemingly intent on the traffic around him, but she saw him nod.

“Good. Now, having said that, you may want to put these glasses away.”

She smiled to herself when Sam laughed aloud. Good. She didn’t need him beating himself up over this. And as for her, she needed to get this out of her head if she could. It would be nearly impossible, but she had to try, or waiting for him to ask would driver her crazy.

It was after eight before Sam drove them up in front of Will’s riverfront nightclub. The place was beautiful at night. It sat on the river, though it didn’t offer river access. From the front, it had a rustic appeal, but inside was another matter. Will used some of the best equipment and materials he could afford, and it showed. Expensive lighting and sound, rich-looking furniture, well-chosen colors. Will Evans owned one of the hottest nightspots in the city. And the crowd was already forming out front. When Sam opened her door it took her a little by surprise.

Like a movie star, she thought as she extended one long leg out of the car and then another. When Sam offered his hand she took it and he helped her to her feet. The line of people waiting at the front door seemed to stop milling about, and for the shortest moment she thought they were all wondering who she was. She smiled and walked past them into the club.

She saw Will immediately. He turned, caught sight of her, and she began to walk toward him. She put on her best walk—the one he loved, not too brazen, but confident and sexy.

The dark blue had been a great color, and with her hair and skin, and her self-admittedly long legs… she could see him lose his concentration. She loved that. She knew she was sexy, she knew she had a good body, but to see him completely lose interest in the rest of the world when she walked into the room always put her in the clouds.

When she reached him, she slipped easily into his arms.

“Has anyone told you how absolutely beautiful you look?” he asked.

“Yes, Sam did, but thank you.”

“I should give him a raise… or fire him, I’m not sure….”

She laughed, shaking her head.

“You’ve been drinking,” he noted, a look of surprise on his face.

“A little,” she ran a hand up behind his head, resting her fingers in his hair. “I thought you’d approve.”

“I do,” he said, taking a slightly exaggerated look at her dress. “I don’t know whether I’ll like you better in this dress or out.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweets,” he said, both of them serious for the first time since she’d arrived. He kissed her, slowly and quietly, for just a moment. Then, “I think maybe people are watching us.”

She opened her eyes at that, and looked around at the crowd of people in the club. Instantly, she saw a dozen friends and acquaintances, and she was quick to turn and face them. Luckily, the club’s low lighting prevented them from seeing her shock when they began to clap.