I was driving along the motorway into Central London, not knowing which direction to take, just following the big road signs. It was a hot summers day, I had the windows rolled down and the top down. I was on my way to a important job interview. I noticed a white flashy looking car on the hard shoulder in the distance, being prepared to get towed away. I pulled over, really to make fun of the rich ass driver who obviously can't drive properly. The car was a Merc and it was totalled, unlucky bastard.
I looked ahead and it was a blonde woman, figures. Statistics say males at the age of 18-24 are the worst drivers but for some unknown reason every accident I've seen or driven past always has a female as the guilty looking one.
"Sorry ma'am, we don't have any space."
"Can't I just sit in the car?"
"The car's slightly unstable and it'll be too dangerous to tow it with someone in it."
"But you don't understand. I can't just stand around waiting for you guys to come and pick me up. I have things to do, can't one of you stay behind?" The guy was starting to look like he was getting annoyed with her whining.
"We won't be picking you up. We have other cars to tow, but someone else will pick you up, ma'am." The blonde woman had her back to me and hadn't noticed me yet. She was dressed in gold and white. A white leather looking jacket with a short skirt, falling a few inches of her knees showing off her toned legs, with open toed gold strapy looking heels.
"Oh!" She let out an exasperated grunt and put her hands on her head to think and turned around. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that she was the woman of my dreams, Britney Spears and she was wearing one hell of a tight, white top which made her tits look bigger than they already were and with the heat, her nipples were erect and clearly visible. She didn't notice me at first as her eyes were closed.
"Oh! Hi!" She said as she saw me. "Can I help you?"
"I saw you're car was totalled and I have a habit of stopping and checking out the wreckage." Britney looked back as the tow truck started to speed off leaving me and Britney alone.
"Jerks!" She muttered turning around to face me. She didn't seem too interested in me, but I knew how to get her attention.
"Now..." I said. "...the question is can I help you?"
"What?!" Britney said shaking her head looking at me confused and slightly annoyed from the situation she was in.
"I overheard you had to wait around for someone to pick you up. Now I can give you a lift if you want."
"Really?" Britney said in her strong southern accent with hope in her voice.
"Yeah. I mean it looks like you're headed in the same direction as me." Britney lit up.
"Oh thank you." She said throwing her arms around me, hugging me being more like her cheery self that we always see on TV. Naturally I hugged her back, how often do you have Britney Spears this close to you?
We headed towards my car. It was no Merc but it did get me from A to B. It was a black left hand drive, automatic, convertible Honda, which I bought for very cheap, but at the same time it looked like an expensive, flashy looking car.
As we headed to my car I just stared at Britney Spears. She had on large gold hoop ear rings and her hair done up like how she did in the pool scene for her video for 'Boys.' The sun was shining down on Britney and she looked like a Goddess in the light. She also had a little white, leathery looking handbag to match her outfit. Once we were in the car Britney threw her handbag to the back seat and made a few phone calls to her manager, producers or who ever she had to answer to.
"Oh God!" Britney said out loud reaching down and taking her shoes off. "My feet are killing me!" She said leaning back on her seat. "So..." Britney said turning her head towards me. "I didn't quite catch your name."
"It's Kash."
"So what do you do?"
"I'm an IT Technician in training. Actually that's why I'm headed to Central London. I have a job interview there."
"Don't worry, your karma's good, you'll definitely get it." She said. "I just want to say thank you again for giving me a ride. You have no clue how thankful I am."
"Don't worry about it." I said and she smiled. God she looked so beautiful.
"Do you have any music?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said turning on the CD player. "There's a couple of CD's in there so if you don't like this one you can skip the CD."
"Who's this?" Britney asked as the first track started up.
"Disturbed."
"Oh this is..." She clicked her fingers as she strained to remember "...Prayer!" She finally got it. "I've wanted to check this album out for quite some time but I haven't got around to buying it." There was a moment of silence as we listened to the whole of the first track. I had a moment to think about what was happening. It was quite strange how Britney jumped into a car with a total stranger. For all she knew I could have been a serial murderer, but I guess that's the kind of person she is. In interviews she always talks about how everyone knows everyone in her home town and I guess that's why she's very trusting of all people.
"Oh God my feet are killing me!" Britney said. "I never should of worn those damn shoes to drive." she said trying to stretch her legs.
"You know... if there's not enough leg room, you can put your feet up on my lap if you want." I offered
"Really?" I nodded. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Well.. you were wearing open toed shoes so your feet shouldn't stink."
"Shut up!" She laughed, pushing me playfully. I lifted my arms up so she could put her feet onto my lap. She stretched her legs, arcing her feet, stretching out her cute little toes. I had my left arm resting on the side, where the window would be if it was rolled up and my right hand on the steering wheel. As we carried on talking about stuff in general I managed to shift my arms around so my left hand was on the wheel and my right arm rested on her thigh with my hand on her knee. Britney didn't seem to care that my arm was on her bare toned legs, but I think that she didn't even notice that my hand was making it's way onto her inner thighs. I had to manoeuvre the car to the left but I couldn't get a clear view so I twisted my body around to the left, unwillingly having to take my right hand of Britney's thigh and onto the steering wheel.
"Ahhh!" Britney moaned. "That feels so good!" What's she on about I thought looking back at her as I turned the car realizing that my left hand hadn't gone back to it's spot on the window ledge, but instead I had held onto one of Britney's foot as grip to turn the car around. That's when I realized I could use this to my advantage. Britney had complained about her feet hurting quite a bit when we first got into the car and a sensual thing like a foot massage could get me a lot closer to Britney Spears pants. For people who'd disagree think back to 'Pulp Fiction' and the scene where John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson are talking about feet massages, where John Travolta says they don't mean anything and Samuel L. Jackson asks him would you massage a man's foot. The answer is no you wouldn't cause it'd seem gay.
I carried on massaging her feet rotating between the 2 as I drove her to her hotel. Britney moaned quite a bit from the foot massage and it seemed like she was flirting with me a little in a sexy tone, but that could of just been the tone of her voice from the relief she was getting from the foot massage. Her hotel was next to Heathrow airport. I pulled in front of the hotel.
"Well here's you stop." I said. Britney took her feet of my lap and put her shoes back on strapping them up.
"Thank you, Kash." Britney said kissing me on the cheek. "I had a good time talking to you. Is there anything I can do for you?" I wouldn't of minded if she sucked me off but I some how doubt she would.
"An autograph?" I asked. I knew no one would believe me that I had met Britney Spears but an autograph would be enough proof and a token of our hour together in the car.
"What do you want me to sign?" Britney asked pulling out a pen out of her handbag. I pulled her latest CD out from a stack of CD's in my glove compartment and handed it to her.
"Ohhh!" She squealed. "You have my CD? Oh." she said like it was a cute thing having her CD while she pulled out the front insert and signed it. "You're so adorable!" She said kissing me again on the cheek , slightly closer to my mouth than the last time but still, at the same time nowhere near my mouth. She got out of my car and walked around to my side. My dream girl was about to walk out of my life and even though her face will be every where, I'll never see her again in the flesh.
I watched her start to walk away and I was getting a view of her big, round, tight looking ass and it was a vision of beauty. Britney suddenly stopped and walked back to me. "I have a couple of hours to kill before I have to make my way to the airport and I don't have anything to do. Do you wanna... well if you had nothing to do... maybe... hang out with me?" I didn't have to think twice about that one, the answer was an instant yes, but I had to play it cool.
"Sure." I said trying to sound casual. "Why not? I have a couple of hours to kill myself before my interview." That was a lie, I was already 15 minutes late 'cause I gave Britney a lift. Which would be a small price to pay to be alone with Britney Spears and now we where going to be alone in a hotel room.
Britney called over a valet, I'm assuming 'cause the guy took my keys to park. I quickly grabbed my blazer from the back and put it on. I'm not sure if the place has a valet parking service or if it was just a service they provided for Britney Spears because she was uber famous. I followed her as she led the way, staring at her hot body. We went into her room and it was massive. I didn't think that they made hotel's this big in England.
