I watched as Chloe walked back to her car. On the way back, neither of us said a word. If I didn't know her so well, I would've thought she was angry with me. But I know it wasn't anger, it was contemplation. She was considering the events that had just transpired, and I can't say I blame her. We both broke our own rules to a small degree. We hadn't crossed the line into full penetration, but we had come very fucking close. I could still taste her juices mixed with my own, and my member started to grow again. I still couldn't believe she let me lick her pussy. I thought for sure she would have stopped us right then and there. I was just so caught up in the moment, I couldn't help myself. God, I couldn't get enough of her. And then came the big surprise of her actually taking my cock into her mouth. The memory of her mouth sucking at my cock made me want to jump out of my truck and take her right then and there. Fortunately, I had enough control to resist such impulses. As I watched her walk away, she turned around and gave me a devilish grin as she winked at me. That's when I knew we would meet again, but this time, it would be me in control. And I definitely had some ideas of my own.
We didn't speak for several days after our last ride. It wasn't that we were playing games, we were both simply busy with our own respective lives. I had been using this time to figure out what I was going to do for our next joyride, and I had come up with something special. It was, however, pretty risky. Either she would absolutely love it, or she would never speak to me again. Go big or go home, I always say. Risk is always involved with anything we do. We were risking getting caught by our respective significant others. And, if truth be told, we were risking falling back in love with each other. That was something we both knew wouldn't happen, but as I said, there's always an element of risk. I decided to text her and see if she would be available for another ride.
Me: Hey, what have you been up to.
Her: Hey! Not much, mostly working and taking care of the kids. You?
Me: About the same. Work, home, work, home. God, I need a fucking life...lol.
Her: Ha-ha, I hear ya. So, what brings you by?
Me: I was hoping you would like to go for another ride.
Her: Well it's about fucking time! I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me to go riding again. I was beginning to think I had scared you off.
Me: There's not a chance in hell that would happen. If anything, it has made me want to see you even more, if that's possible.
Her: I'm glad to hear you say that, and I really do still want to, but I have to be honest. We kind of overstepped our bounds last time and I'm not sure I want to chance us going even further.
Me: I completely understand. If you don't want to, just say so and things will go back to as before with no hard feelings. But I must tell you, if you do say yes, This time
I
am in charge. You will do as I say, no questions asked, no argument. I know it's a big step, asking you to trust me to this degree, but that's the deal.
Her: ...
Me: Chloe?
Her: Ok, I'm in. Met at our usual spot? Friday night 9 o'clock?
Me: Sounds wonderful. I can't wait to see you again.
Her: Neither can I.
I exhaled slowly as I laid my phone down on my desk. I just sat there, letting everything that had just transpired sink in. She agreed. We were going to meet. I won't lie, I was kind of worried there for a second. If she had said no, then I knew our little adventures would soon be coming to an end. Now I just had to make sure everything was in order and follow through.
The week passed slower than any week I've ever lived through. We spoke on a Wednesday, so it was only a couple of days until we would see each other, but the anticipation was killing me. As I said, what I had planned was pretty risky in so far as what she might would be willing to do. But in a weird way, she had kind of called my bluff. And if there's one thing she should know about me, it's that I don't back down easily.
If I had thought the week was slow in passing, then the seconds I spent counting until 9PM on Friday was nothing short of Chinese Water Torture. I had arrived at our usual meeting place a little early (by half an hour, actually) and was goofing around on my phone when I saw her pull up and park next to me. I waved, then got out to greet her properly.
"Hey," I said, "You actually showed up!"
"When have I ever not shown up?" She asked with mock incredulity.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant you came considering my terms. Which, before we get going, I need to make a couple of things clear."
This seemed to have taken her slightly aback.
"I'm seriously wondering if I should be concerned here," She mused. "What exactly are you planning?"
"Ok, first thing's first. We need to have a safe word. I want you to come up with it so it'll be easier for you to remember."
She raised her eyebrows in a questioningly manner, but then put her mind to it. A moment later, she had it.
"Banana," She said, smiling.
I nodded my approval. "Ok. It's fairly standard so it should be easy to remember. Good choice. Now, second thing," I looked at her quite seriously now. "I want you to swear to me that if at any point, and I do mean at