I'm in the backseat of the chauffeured car that usually accompanies me on my business trips in Chicago. It's Friday night, and I spent all day distracted by thoughts of Anna, the beautiful stranger who I met in the bar of my hotel last night. She spent the night with me and though we agreed not to exchange numbers, I insisted that I had to at least take her out for a proper meal before I went back home. She told me to pick her up at the office building where she was a secretary and I obliged. Rain pounds against the windows of the car and it finally pulls up in front of the right building.
Minutes later, the revolving door spins and Anna Carlson skips out of the building. She's wearing only a white button down shirt and tight knee length skirt with no jacket and the rain leaves splotches all over her shoulders and chest. I immediately get out of the car and hold open the door for her.
"Nice to see you again, Anna." I say, smiling as I remember the feeling of her legs clamped around my waist a mere twenty hours earlier. She places her hands on my shoulder and gives me a light kiss on each cheek.
"Same to you, Mr. Percy." She ducks into the car and slides across the seat. I climb in after her, sitting close to Anna in the darkness of the car. Anna scoots towards me, our thighs and hips barely touching. I slide a hand over her skirt and slip it between her knees, leaving it there.