Me: Of course, I do. How about tomorrow night after work?
James: You got it. See you then.
I re-read the text messages over and over again. I had apparently lost my mind! How was it even possible to fuck him but not touch him? Would I be strong enough to not cross the line? I was nervous, anxious, horny, and excited just thinking about all the possibilities. No one could ever know about anything that transpired between James and I, and that little bit of knowledge made this even more tempting. I left work and fantasized all the way home about him doing things to me...unspeakable things...all the deepest, darkest fantasies I had ever had were now given full vent in my mind. I was so horny I knew once I got home I would have to play with myself. I already knew a long hot bath was in my near future. My boyfriend was working late all week so I knew I wouldn't see him until this weekend, and normally I would be upset about not getting laid at least three times this week. But I was so preoccupied with my thoughts of the ride tomorrow that it didn't even phase me. I pulled into the garage, got out of the Jeep and rushed inside. I began stripping at the door, and by the time I got to the bathroom I was completely naked. The cool air of the house made my nipples even harder than they already were. I started the bath, pinned my hair up, and anxiously waited for the tub to fill. I began to play with my nipples, pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. As I sat on the edge of the tub I thought about what James might be doing right now. I had known him for twenty years and knew he loved to jack off. I imagined him in his shower jacking off at that very moment. I rocked back and forth on the cold porcelain. The movement was just enough to massage my clit. I began rocking faster and faster as I felt the sensation build and as I moved my hips back and forth I managed to make myself cum. I was that horny and excited about seeing him tomorrow. Now that I had relieved some pressure I bathed, dried off and put my long sleeve night shirt on, no panties of course, and settled down on the couch to catch up on my recorded shows. I drifted off to sleep imagining James in every position imaginable.
The next day went by so slow and I knew it was because I had anticipated my afternoon ride so much. James sent me a text and told me to meet him at one of the local parks. My Jeep was a stick shift and you can't really do anything else if you are having to constantly shift gears. I arrived at what I thought would be a bit too early at the park, but he was already there standing outside his truck. I got out and walked over to him. I started to hug him but he stopped me.
"Remember, I said there would be no touching" he said.
Wow!! He was serious! Then he told me to get in the truck and get ready for a drive like I have never taken before. What could he possibly be up to? We both got in and buckled up. I had worn a long tunic type shirt and leggings today so that it would be easy to get in and out of. He started the truck, backed up and headed out to the main road.
"I know some back roads we can get lost on" he said and winked at me. He drove for a few minutes and then started talking to me. "I'm going to tell you what to do and I want you to do it without questioning it and without any other thought except the task I give you", James said in a matter of fact tone. I simply said "Ok", and waited for the first command.
"Take off your bra."
I slid my hands under my shirt and undid the hooks, pulled the straps out of the bottom of my sleeves and removed my bra.
"Hand it to me", he then said.
I reached out with the gray satin bra in my hand. He took the bra, ran it across his cheek, then held it up to his nose and took a deep breath. Then he laid it across his lap.
"Now lift your shirt. I want to watch you play with your nipples".
I lifted my shirt up, and with my chin I held it to my neck. With both hands, I cupped my breasts, massaging them, running my fingers against the taught, erect skin.
"Pinch them", he said, breathlessly. I pinched both nipples between my index finger and thumb, just as he had told me to do.
"Harder", he commanded. I began to pinch my nipples harder and pull at them. I felt compelled to respond exactly as I was ordered to.
"That's right baby you like a little pain, don't you?" he asked me, although he employed a tone that suggested that it wasn't so much a question as it was a statement of fact. All I could do was moan because it felt so good and so forbidden riding in public with my chest exposed, being watched by God knows who, with the driver being my ex-husband. I pinched and pulled harder so that I began to feel an ache deep inside my pussy.
