She slid into the bucket seat beside me. It wasn’t even my car, but I felt good. I was in control. While she was getting buckled in, I allowed my eyes to roam over her lithe body, noting her supple breasts above her flat stomach. She was going to be so much fun. I checked the traffic in the mirrors and pulled the car back out onto the highway.
“Hi!”, I said cheerfully. “I’m Deb.”
She leaned back against the leather seats and turned to smile at me, “Hi back, I’m Ricki. How far are you going?”
“I have no plans, Ricki. How far did you need to go? It looks like a nice afternoon for cruising to me.”
I shifted the car into fourth gear and pushed the pedal down another inch or so. It was time to put some air under the wheels.
The miles flew by as we made small talk about the city and local restaurants, the weather, etc. Ricki had said she was making her way up the coast with no particular time line in mind, and I told her I was looking for an adventure so I would gladly give her a ride for a little while. My mind was already thinking about the rope in my trunk and how she would look, trussed up and suspended before being devoured by my mouth. I thought of how delicious she would look on her knees at my feet.