Note to reader: The characters are based on those of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. The story itself is not in any way related to an existing plot line. It's a made-up situation to get these two to finally get it on.
For those unknown to Miss Fisher and Jack Robinson: this is set in the 1920s, Miss Fisher is a private detective and Jack Robinson is a detective with the police. They basically solve crimes together and almost kiss for several years.
This is my first story here, so please leave comments and let me know if you'd like a part 2.
"Jack? What are you doing skulking outside?"
It was the agreed pick-up time and Phryne had been waiting for Jack. Apparently he had been here all along. Outside.
"Hello Miss Fisher. I didn't want to interrupt any nocturnal assignations you might be having."
"I was waiting for you, Jack."
She stepped close to him and he breathed her in. Her dress had a tantalising slit up to the middle of her left thigh.
The car pulled up and they stepped apart.
"Sorry Miss, Sir. There's only space for one in the back We tried to make more space, but... Well, have a look."
They opened the car door and saw that the car was filled with boxes. They knew that the equipment was necessary so their covert operation would appear genuine, but neither of them had realised quite how much equipment they were to be traveling with. Only one seat was free.
Phryne turned to Jack with a small smile. "After you."
Jack looked at the seat and looked at Phryne. The journey was to last over an hour. There was no way he would be able to control himself for that long.
"I'll find another way. You take this seat Miss Fisher." He tapped the brim of his hat and was about to walk away, when Phryne's hand gripped his upper arm.
"Don't be silly Jack." She lowered her voice. "I'm very light you know. You'll hardly notice me on top of you."
"I doubt that very much, Miss Fisher."
They stood there staring at each other for a while. Finally Jack sighed and stepped into the car. Phryne went in after him, slowly putting her silk-clad arse in his lap, her legs folding over his. He closed the door and shouted over her shoulder: "Alright driver."
The car began to move. Because of all the things in the car, the driver was unable to see them. He could barely hear them, except through the small gap that Phryne leaned forward to speak to him through.
Jack couldn't really hear what she was saying. All he knew was that as she had lent forward, she had pushed her arse into his lap, pivoting her hips. He was staring at the straining fabric, at how it outlined her buttocks and showed him the crease between them. He had no idea where he was meant to put his hands. He forced himself to look out of the window and put his arms up over the seat back on one side and up to the roof of the car on the other. It wasn't very comfortable.
The went over a bump and instinctively Jack's hands grabbed on to Phryne's hips to stop her from bouncing up too much. Phryne turned back to look at him with a shining eyes, but then turned away again to continue her conversation with the driver.
Jack looked at his hands. On her hips. Slowly, gently, he squeezed her. Pulled her into him. He knew he was rock-hard and that Phryne must know this as well. His erection was trapped, but nonetheless trying to find the heat of her. She responded to his grasp by grinding her arse into his lap. He leaned back as much as he could and pulled down on her hips. God he wanted to be inside her.
He let his hands wander to her thighs. He gathered up the material, baring her legs, and began stroking her thighs. They parted in response. His fingers crept to the soft inner flesh of her thighs, and she rocked her hips in response.
They hit another bump in the road, after which Phryne 'accidentally' let the gap between her and the driver close. She turned her head to look at Jack.
"Miss Fisher, tell me now if you want me to stop. If we go any further, I fear I won't be able to."
In reply, she put her hand on one of his and guided it further up, until his finger tips touched the wet fabric covering her cunt. She pushed his hand against the heat and wetness, all the while looking into his eyes over her shoulder. He moved the fabric of her knickers aside and let his finger move in between her cunt lips. She was soaked and he dipped into her slick cunt with one finger, then two. Then three. Slowly but persistently he began to finger fuck her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it while his fingers pumped in and out of her wet cunt.
"Oh Jack," she mewled quietly and turned her head away as she surrendered to his hands.
His free hand pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder. And then the other strap. His hand found one of her small breasts, under the slip that slid away without resistance. He was in heaven. His hands full of her, in her, exploring her, feeling her writhe and hum as she built up to climax.
He pulled at her nipple, pushing her upper body back so that her back was pressed to his chest. His kissed her shoulder, sucking at the pale creamy skin of her neck, nibbling it, biting it.
"Oh Jack," she kept repeating, her breath becoming louder. His fingers continued to dive in and out of her cunt, the sound of her wetness accompanying her moans. He could smell her. He bit her neck hard and pumped his fingers harder, pushing down on her clit and pulling at her nipple.
"Oh god, Jack, Jack, Jack..."
"Cum for me, Phryne," he growled into her neck.
She shuddered and just before she came he moved his hand from her breast and clamped it over her mouth. She screamed and bit into it. A flood of wetness rushed out of her cunt and her thighs were shaking, her whole body was shaking. He could feel her heartbeat in his chest. He lifted his thumb off her sensitive engorged clit, but kept one finger in her sopping cunt, probing the soft velvet insides of her. He retrieved the wet finger and brought it up to her mouth. He touched her parted lips and her tongue came out and licked the tip of his cum-covered finger. She began to suck on it. He moved her head to look back at him, his finger still in her sucking mouth and her eyes looked into his as she licked her cum off his finger.
"Does it taste nice?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself."
He smiled and dipped his finger back into the well of wetness between her legs. She watched, her eyes full of arousal, as he then put his finger in his mouth, tasting her cum. He didn't think he could get any harder.
His hands went to his belt and her eyes widened. He cocked his head, but didn't stop undoing his trousers.
