The brilliance of the sun shone through the trees in a dazzling array as the cherry convertible sped underneath, casting both light and shadow delicately across her skin.
It was the familiar chime of her phone which prompted such haste, a singular text message which upon reading quickened her heart rate in anticipation. Sophia had no time to lose, and her reply came swiftly. Sir did not like to be kept waiting, especially with a message of this nature. She knew full well she had no time to lose and pushed the pedal to the floor.
She had always admired Sir for his ability to be straight and to the point. Polite, yet matter of fact in his dealings. When Sir spoke, he did not beat around the bush. It was his direct nature which she so adored, and after some time to adjust to his particular nuances, found it hard to comprehend how this was not a regular occurrence elsewhere.
"Whose little slut are you?" the text read.
Without hesitation, Sophia promptly answered with three small words.
"Your slut, Sir."
Sophia could feel her heartbeat quicken as she hit reply, her eyes widening like saucers at the implication. What was it that Sir had in mind for her, she wondered? Within a few moments, that familiar chime heralded an answer.
"Present yourself in the living room in half hour."
Sophia mulled over the text momentarily... she knew the where, but decided to inquire further in order to get this just right for Sir. Quickly she tapped out a response, "What attire does Sir prefer for this occasion?"
A few moments passed before the chime announced the reply and Sophia's heart rate skyrocketed.
As the convertible roared to life, distancing itself from the prior destination, Sophia mused at how a simple chime on her phone now managed to elicit a Pavlovian response. Underneath the tight black dress, she could feel her panties becoming drenched from anticipation. Thoughts rushed though her mind recalling the last time she received such a message, and Sir was quite thorough in his attention. She squirmed a little as her pussy began to twitch in excitement, the mere thought of his attention making her unbelievable horny.
At the next red light, Sophia paused to curse the time and further to slide her panties off. Kicking them over to the passenger seat she could feel her labia swelling and engorging. Begging to be touched and played with. By the time the light turned green, Sophia had already texted Sir asking permission to cum just once before she arrived.
The familiar chime sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, shallow breaths marking the moments until her arrival.
"No, my little slut. For being selfish, you will now edge yourself the entire way. Do not stop until you get here."
Sophia knew she had been too eager, and in her haste had suggested taking the pleasure of her orgasm away from Sir. In her repentance, she would now push herself further as Sir directed, the length of her correction now depending on the fate of the stop lights along the way.
"Yes, Sir." she tapped out during the next red light, and tossing the phone aside, hiked up her skirt around her waist. By the time the light turned green again, she had already parted her legs enough to slide one solitary middle finger straight down to her eager clit, massaging it gently as she sped along to the house.
The sun valiantly began to set in the sky as on the horizon dark pendulous clouds rolled in. Off in the distance, Sophia could see the celestial light show illuminating the heavens. The occasional low rumble of thunder heralding what was to come, a few droplets began to spatter across the windshield. Sophia couldn't raise the top of the convertible... she had one hand on the wheel and the other between her legs as Sir directed, and she dare not disobey.
Sir was known for his attention to details, and he would surmise that if she had pulled into the driveway with her ragtop up, then he would know immediately she had removed her hand if only for a moment. She had tried to sneak such a thing before and he immediately found her out through shear attentiveness. Sophia decided this time would not end the same.
Speeding along and making excellent time, she knew she was within a few minutes of the house. Nothing but back roads now and no more stop lights. Each agonizing moment that passed bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She had been building and edging for nearly a half hour now, her thighs were soaked, pussy glistening with wetness. Each little massage of her finger was making things unbearable as she tried to compensate by rubbing her clit and then up and down the center of her pussy slowly.
Her whole body ached with the tension of sex, begging for release. Her wild eyes now taking on a glazed look as she became narrowly focused on the goal of getting to the house. Time seemed to slow down, or speed up... Sophia did not know. All she knew at this moment was that she needed release and that she was reaching a point of hysteria.
The dusk settled into a twilight as the headlights cut a path through the fading daylight, illuminating the trees. Flashes of lightning began to crackle, giving way to the low rumble of thunder more frequently, and before long, the hot summer rain began to fall, drenching her from head to toe. As the droplets splattered across her body, running down her face and making their way across her neckline, Sophia's body began to unconsciously push into her finger - her hips gyrating ever so slightly to meet her.
The lightning and thunder only turned her on further, and each lowly rumble was felt in the deepest part of her being. She always loved the idea of Sir fucking her hard in the midst of a thunderstorm, and the very thought continued to fuel her orgasmic obsession.
Sophia's fingers deftly made their presence known as they ever so slightly began to press inside her aching pussy. The feel of her finger burying deep inside sent a ricochet of pleasure throughout her body, and as she rounded the corner into the driveway she let out a loud moan. The downpour in the night flashing against her skin with every crackle from the gods, she had reached a frenzy.
Pulling into the garage, Sophia slammed the convertible into park and quickly pulled the key. She had reached a blind sexual passion, and pulling down the top of her dress, revealed her tender breasts and hardened nipples. Writhing in ecstasy, she caressed each breast firmly in her free hand, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. Pulling each one and twisting ever so slightly as she felt the rush of pure pleasure that it brought.
Blindly lost in the throes of ecstasy, Sir's little slut propped one of her legs up on the dashboard, spreading her thighs wide. Something had taken hold of her, and in the unbridled passion she couldn't stop. She had made it to the garage, but in doing so she had reached a point of no return. Desperately she tried to hold back the insurmountable wave building inside her.
"Oh god, Sir...!" She moaned, the echo of her voice bouncing throughout the garage. "Please... Sir... Permission to cum for you! I *need* to cum for you Sir!"
Sir stood beside the convertible, the sight of his girl writhing in ecstasy. Her hair was drenched from the torrent outside, her legs spread wide as she continued plunging deep inside her begging pussy, one hand between her legs while the other gripping and pulling hard at her breasts. Each well manicured nail on her hand dragging across her skin and leaving noticeable marks. Sophia wailed louder, and biting her lower lip she tried very hard to contain herself... but she did not cum yet. She didn't dare.
