Cuckoo Pt 01

I was driving into town to pick up some groceries when I pulled up the the traffic lights. The lights turned red, and as I rolled to a stop there was a girl waiting to cross the road -- slim, sporty build, ripped jeans, a blank band t-shirt for a band I didn't know and a boyish haircut of dyed cherry-red hair. I checked her out absent-mindedly -- almost as a reflex upon seeing an attractive girl rather than any conscious decision or desire. As my gaze made it's way up her slender body to her face we made eye contact. Her green eyes outlined in black eyeliner locked on mine. I blushed slightly at having been caught checking her out, but she held the eye contact for just long enough to make me feel uncomfortable. As the lights for the pedestrians changed and a few people started to cross the street I averted my eyes in a conscious decision not to try not to watch her as she crossed in case she thought I was some kind of pervert. Because of this I didn't notice that she hadn't in fact crossed the street at all until my passenger side door opened on she slipped inside and sat down.

"Where we going?" she said.

"Um...well I was just going into town to get some groceries". I was too taken aback to question why the hell this stranger had just into my car.

"Cool. That'll do" she said. The lights turned green and not knowing what else to do I set off driving with my unexpected new passenger. She reached and turned the radio dial to a rock station. There was something about her confidence -- she didn't ask if she could change the channel any more than she had asked for a ride -- that I simultaneously admired and found a little unnerving.

She asked me questions as we drove, how old I was, where I lived, what I did for work -- which I did my best to answer, but her questions were so quickfire it was hard for me to ask anything about her in return, so it felt more like an interrogation that a conversation.

"Um...how old are you?" I finally blurted out. It had been playing on my mind since she got in the car. What if I'd accidentally picked up a minor? Even though I had no intention of making any moves on her and even though I hadn't really had any choice in the matter, it still felt like something that could land me in a lot of trouble.

"How old would you like me to be?" she said playfully, but with a hint of mischievous menace.

"...I was just asking..." I said.

"Is there a specific age you need me to be for something you want?" She said, with more mischief.

"No, no, not at all, I was just wondering" She watched my face contort as she toyed with me.

"Relax old man, I'm eighteen" she laughed, but I must not have looked convinced.

"Oh...wait! You don't believe me do you! Do I have to get my ID out mister? Would you like that? Like they do at the start of those creepy just-turned-eighteen-barely-legal-tiny-teen-virgin's first-time pornos on the internet? Do you watch those a lot?" My face must have turned bright red, and she laughed at my embarrassment.

"You sick fucker! You do watch them don't you! Well calm down mister, I'm not that kinda girl". She said, patting my patronisingly on the leg. It was then that I realised to my horror that despite my embarrassment and the awkwardness of the situation, there was a very visible bulge in my pants that made it quite clear I was rock hard with excitement. I was really quite glad when she changed the subject.

"Pull into here, I want a coffee", she said pointing at a Starbucks drive-thru.

As we pulled up the window she leant over me to order, resting her petite hand on my thigh about an inch away from my erect cock. She took her sweet time ordering as well -- a mocha cookie crumble frappucino with all the extras. When it came to the payment she sat back in her seat and looked the other way out of the window, making it quite clear that she expected me to pick up the bill. It felt like it would be too awkward to argue, so I just paid the $10.

We drove on. Her sipping her drink through a straw and fiddling with the radio, me sitting awkwardly in silence and wondering how the hell I'd got myself into this mess. Finally we arrived at our destination. I parked in a bay and went to the meter. When I returned she was leaning on the car still sipping her drink.

"So where we going first?" She said.

"We? Uh, well...I thought I was just giving you a lift" I stammered

"Nu-uh silly! You're taking me shopping!" she said.

We spent the next two hours going round a lot of different stores. Her leading the way, me always following. In each she would pick up a dozen or so items, look them over select her three or four favourites. The ones she didn't want she would simply drop onto the floor for me to pick up. Which I did, uncomplainingly. Then she would drag me to the fitting room and make me stand outside while she tried them on.

She'd been in one of fitting rooms for a few minutes when she suddenly dramatically pulled back the curtain and struck a power pose.

"What do you think?" she asked, twirling around on the spot. My jaw dropped. She looked stunning in a tight-fitting green dress which covered just enough to keep you guessing. She turned her back on me and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Can you see my pantyline?" she asked. I looked at her perfect ass. You could see her pantyline, but before I had chance to gather myself together enough to speak she whipped the curtain back closed again. Thirty seconds later it reopened to reveal her still looking stunning in the green dress, but with her panties dangling for her fingers as she held them out to me.

"Look after these for me. I'll wear this one out". Dumbstruck, I took them from her without question. She walked to the cashiers desk and I followed behind in awe, captivated. I thought the cashier had looked at me a little strangely as I mindlessly picked up the tab for the $200 dress she was now wearing but it was only as we were leaving the store that I realised I still had her panties in my hand. Flushed crimson with embarrassment I stuffed them hurriedly into my pocket.

More stores followed: expensive makeup, a new bag, new shoes. Why was I doing this? How had I allowed this girl I'd literally just met to manipulate me into spending so much money on her? But there was just something so compelling about her, that her will felt irresistible. I didn't even know her name!

What was I doing? How far would this go?