Trouble Ch. 02

Leaning over to throw his bag and high vis jacket into the back of my car, Carl took a second to notice the change in my appearance.

"Ready for bed?" he asked with a grin, dropping heavily into the passenger seat.

"Hush you," I replied teasingly before saying, "I may have a slight problem."

"What's that then?" he asked, his finger tracing around the collar of my dressing gown, pulling it away from my body to expose my naked breast to his gaze then sliding his hand in to pinch my nipple hard.

"Stop that!" I hissed, slapping his hand away, "I'm serious! I might have possibly forgotten to get fuel earlier and I'm not sure I have enough to get home."

"Oh?"

"Yup," I pouted, "don't suppose you want to help me out? I'm not really dressed for it."

Taking that as an excuse to look down again he grinned.

"Well that was silly of you wasn't it?"

"Yup."

"Should've thought of that before you went out half naked, shouldn't you?"

"I had other things on my mind," I protested, slapping his hand away as he moved the dressing gown so it gaped even further.

"Really?" he asked, running his hands further down to tug on the belt.

"Yup," I answered, my breathing quick as his hands made short work of undoing the knot.

"Such as...?" pulling the belt off he threw it into the back seat before pushing the dressing gown open even more and slipping his hands between my legs.

"I can't remember," I gasped as I felt one slim finger press into me.

"Well that's too bad," he whispered in my ear as he bent to nibble on my neck, the rasp of his beard against my sensitive skin turning my nipples into hard points and making me shiver in anticipation.

The sound of another bus pulling up behind us brought me to my senses and I quickly started up the car, pulling the top of my robe together and securing it in place with the seatbelt. It wasn't perfect but it would do for the moment.

Squeezing my legs together to prevent Carl removing his hand I tried unsteadily to operate the clutch and accelerator without letting up on the pressure on his wrists. Flicking his fingers inside me as I pulled away made me shudder and stall the car but when I opened my legs slightly to release his hand he took the opportunity to thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb rubbing over my clit as he bit down on my neck.

Shaking with concentration I managed to start the car and pull away but I'd only gone a few hundred metres when he whispered in my ear again.

"This is a dead end by the way."

I moaned at the feeling of his breath over the wet skin on my neck as he spoke, wondering whether I was going to be in any fit state to do a three point turn without hitting one of the buses lined up on the side of the road. Pulling to a halt I closed my eyes for a second, his hands stroking between my legs inside and out and his mouth just below my ear was playing havoc with my concentration.

"Better hurry up," he reminded me, "or you're going to run out of petrol."

Taking a deep breath I opened my eyes and began to slowly turn the car around. Headlights coming the other way made me hurry more than I'd wanted to and as I lowered my arm to change into reverse he bent over and bit down hard on my nipple through the fabric. I jerked and the car stalled again, the bumper of my little car bouncing off the side of the bus in front of me.

"Oops," he laughed as I glared at him. Very deliberately I removed his hand from its position between my thighs and placed it on his knee, starting the car and completing the turn without any further incident.

"Spoilsport," he pouted as I pulled away, "I was enjoying that!"

Ignoring him I took a right and headed down to the 24 hour garage on the seafront. Drawing to a halt next to the pump I looked over at him expectantly.

"If I have to," he sighed, "but I still think I'd enjoy it more if you did it!"

I couldn't argue with that, the wind was blowing up a gale outside, it was pretty cold and he'd stolen my belt. It was a certainty that stepping out of the car would expose me in one way or another, I couldn't hold the thing closed and fill up the tank at the same time after all.

"Another time perhaps," I teased, handing him some money.

"Anything else you want?" he asked with a smirk.

"Oh plenty," I replied, "but a can of redbull will do me for now."

"Okay," he said as he opened the door, the cold wind making me shudder as it blew across my overheated skin. I saw him grin as he held it open longer than necessary before holding his hand out for the key. Passing it over I caught the eye of a man leaving the garage, he stared a little longer than necessary and I realised my gown was gaping again. Pulling the sides closer together under the seatbelt I felt myself going red as I wondered how much he'd seen. Glaring at Carl I pushed him out of the car and told him to get on with it. His smirk told me he knew exactly what had happened and he was enjoying my discomfort.

Mind you, I thought as I looked down at his groin, he wasn't entirely in control of himself either if the bulge in his pants was anything to judge by. I grinned as I imagined him walking up to the counter, his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers as he approached, the hot girl behind the counter looking down at him then back up, catching his eye and winking at him before writing her number on the back of the receipt.

Okay, so I'd had a bit of a fantasy thing about the girl that worked here for a while, and I was 99% certain she'd be up for a bit of fun in the right circumstances, perhaps I should have gone in to pay after all. I wriggled in my seat at the thought of waiting til she finished work and taking her back with us, wondered briefly how Carl react if I suggested it, actually opened my mouth to ask as he climbed awkwardly into the car, but apparently I'd used all my stock of daring tonight and the words didn't come out. Never mind, I could always save that for another night.

Handing me my keys and the can of redbull, Carl looked at me assessingly, a glint in his eye suggesting he had some idea where my thoughts had been, or at least that they'd wandered off into some erotic dreamworld. It reminded me of a T shirt I used to have, the slogan read 'I live in my own little world, but it's okay, they know me here'. I smiled as I thought how easily Carl had dropped into my fantasy world that evening. He hadn't freaked out that I'd taken him at his word about the dressing gown, had taken advantage of the 7 minute wait between trips to take advantage of me in a most pleasurable way and with any luck was going to take me home and continue what he'd started. Maybe Facebook wasn't so bad after all.