After there fun times together, Fred feared and did not want Ginger to feel she was just becoming an object of sexual pleasure. His feelings for the lady were much stronger than this, but how other than these quick moments would they experience them, and now, how would they resist each other when together.
The jokes and banter continued back and forth via text, a little more risqué than previously, but still weeks passing again until one opportune moment arose. Ginger text telling her lover she would be able to escape for the evening, a whole evening together and not rushed.
Fred suggested a meal in a country pub and the cinema. An opportunity of normality, excited as he pulled on his shirt, wondered what Ginger would be wearing and splashed on his aftershave. The doorbell sounded, his shirt still lay unbuttoned as he opened the door to see her stood before him.
She had selected a beautiful Blue dress, flaring out like a skater skirt, her legs clad in black nylon beneath and travelling down to her heals. He invited her in, allowing her past to close the door, but she turned and pushed him back against the hallway wall. Her lips pressed hard against him, there embrace now of two lovers, holding each other tenderly, lips meeting, tongues touching as yet again the passion flowed between them.
They released each other, Fred now being allowed to compliment her on the beauty that stood before him. Stunning in his eyes, and he knew she would turn the heads of any man that saw her tonight. She sat down, crossing her legs, her thighs on display as she stood watching Fred cover his chest as he fastened the last few buttons. They were ready, leaving the house and as usual Fred opening the door for her to step into the car like a lady.
As they drove, it was Gingers turn to tease and torment Fred. Her long fingers falling on his thigh, moving up and down, nails glancing against his bulge, him turning when possible to smile and again seeing that glint in her eyes, the naughty girl showing herself once again, were they even going to make it to the pub?
They managed to keep composed, walking in always aware of there relationship, taking in the people and faces before around them before relaxing and standing at the bar to order their drinks. Fred's hand once again resting on her bottom, wondering how many men were looking on in envy, slowly caressing her cheek for anyone's gaze, before moving and taking their seats in a quiet corner in the window, not opposite, but side by side to each other.
The waitress came over to take the order, Ginger joking in front of her that she was in need of some meat tonight, her innocence or devilment coming out of her lips. Fred knew which as what the waitress couldn't see beneath the wooden table top was Gingers hand which had slid up his thigh and gently squeezed his bulge as she said it, confirming the intent of the comment. The poor young girl blushed from the comment; Fred smirked and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his reaction. As she left, Fred could not help but ask,
"In need of meat again are you?"
Ginger was staring into his eyes, both like love struck teenagers. There hands met and held each others beneath the wood, she smiled and simply nodded with a big grin on her face and her cheeks going crimson.
They sat and chatted about mundane things, their families, there lives in general, occasionally pausing to kiss once more, Fred's leg had moved and was leaning against her outer thigh. God, this lady made him want her, he so wanted to run his hand beneath up her thigh to touch her but was desperately trying to be a gentleman for the evening. Luckily, the moment was calmed as the girl and a waiter arrived, placing down the food before them, the waiters eyes casting over Gingers body, unaware to her, but noticed by Fred.
They tucked in, so normal now like a couple sharing an evening out, drinking and laughing together. The food soon finished, and nearly two hours to go until the film began. Another quick drink and they decided to make a move, walking hand in hand to the car, getting in and heading off down the lanes through the countryside.
Gingers hand was again caressing him, feeling him harden, arousing him beneath her nails and grinning, it was getting too much, and Fred braked, turned sharply down a narrow lane, into a bumpy car park and stopped. He reached over kissing her lips, his hand moving to the seat release catch and it fell back making Ginger giggle.
He reached under her seat into a storage drawer and produced a piece of dark materiel, climbing and kneeling over her, taking her wrists and raising them to the headrest and securing them in place. He looked at her wide eyes, her little grin and reached down again to produce another and gently lifted, easing her head off the headrest, and tied it around her eyes. Darkness fell for her, not a glimmer of light now, feeling vulnerable, a little scared but very excited.
He leaned and kissed her, pulling away making her raise her head to meet his lips. His hands wondered over her body, down over her breasts, over her stomach, passing over her groin and down her thighs before working upwards to push up the dress. He could now see her black nylon tights and her delicate patch visible through the thin black fabric. He jerked her legs open, kneeling between them, forcing them to spread. Her left knee now rising against the window, and the other stretched out over to the drivers foot well.
He wanted her to feel exposed, it was awkward, but eased her body up enough to push the dress right up, her stomach and the bottom of her breasts now visible. He climbed off and over to the drivers seat causing the car to rock. She lay still, spread, exposed to Fred, what was going through her mind, what was she expecting?
He placed his hand on her crotch, feeling the damp nylon, raising his hand slightly to tap down on her delicate lips, and again, and again. She jumped as he made contact, her body moving in her binds as his hand fell flat and caressed her there. She lay still and listened as the electric windows were travelling down. The cool night air flowed across her exposed body. The barrier from the outside world removed, she felt venerable now and this excited her.
Fred sat down silent; Ginger now a little worried spoke out and asked what he was doing.
"I'm just watching the man parked across from us as he seams very interested in what's going on".
Her senses were on fire, listening, hearing a car door shut in the distance, asking,
"Fred what's happening?"
Fred chuckled and told her not to worry. He looked like a friendly older business man, asking if she was ok for a moment why he went to relieve his bladder.
"No, don't bloody leave me like this!"
He laughed and leaned over and whispered,
"You're getting wetter by the second knowing you're exposed and you know it"
He stepped out, closed the door, watching as Gingers legs closed quickly, she struggled trying to wiggle and ease her dress down, her mind making time go so fast, how long was he going to be, it was seconds but seamed like minutes, where was this man that was around, and was he close enough to see her?
She heard the gravel kicking by the side of the car, lying motionless, was it Fred? She didn't want to call out again as to get attention if it wasn't. Perhaps whoever it was wouldn't notice her lay down. Then her skin covered in goose bumps as a noise she had heard before at the doctors filled the air. The snap of latex gloves, what the hell was going on, they were close, inches from her, the car rocked slightly as she could hear the breath of someone over her.
Her legs pushed together tight, she wanted to call out her lovers name, but surely this was him, he was playing with her, it had to be. She jumped as a hand touched her stomach, no words, just roaming over her belly, but why covered in latex if Fred?
They were now caressing her flesh, easing over her nylons, quicker than Fred's did, she thought, and now down to the tightened gap between the tops of her thighs. Her mind in turmoil, was this someone else, her lover, she shuddered at the thoughts blurred her mind, and the sensations she was experiencing shocked her, she liked the feeling, not knowing, but it could be anyone, should she shout out for Fred?
The sound of a low sexual moan of approval was heard. Her legs were being eased apart by the two hands. He was going to touch her, she resisted but not enough, he prized them apart, easing his hand between pushing the nylon into her lips and wetness, she made no effort to close them now revealing how wet she was to whoever, her mind was in turmoil and a finger pushed against the nylon at her entrance.
The hands suddenly and quickly moved, gravel was kicked and the sound of someone scurried away, followed by another approaching. She listened, confused as the door opened, the car rocked as she was relieved to hear,
