Chapter 5
A little after three, Noella got a call from Mark saying that he had got the keys for the E500 Cabriolet and was asking if it was convenient for him to bring the car round at this time. Noella said it was fine and made busy touching up her makeup and replacing her jacket with a tight and revealing red top with a plunging neckline that framed her shapely breasts perfectly. Checking the mirror in the foyer of her townhouse, Noella was happy with her look.
Looking good! Feeling great! Ready for some fun!
Soon the doorbell was ringing and Noella quickly answered the door to find Mark, keys in hand.
" Ready to go?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Your not driving in those?" Mark queried, pointing at the magnificent but towering YSL heels.
'Why of course not!" replied Noella. I've got my driving flats right here." she held up some black flats that she had held behind her back.
"Great!" confirmed Mark. "Let's go."
Noella closed the door behind her and they made their way down to the gleaming electric blue Benz that was waiting at the curb with its top down, perfect for a sunny spring after noon. Mark handed Noella the the chunky black ignition key and he walked around and opened the driver's side door for Noella.
"Why thank you." She cooed with a smile as she gently lowered her behind onto the cream leather seat. She exchanged her heels for flats then slid her stockinged legs under the wheel. Mark gently secured the door behind her which resonated the healthy clunk that European cars are famous for. He walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.
"Ok Noella. Let's go!"
"Aye! Aye Captain!" she replied as she inserted the key in the electronic ignition switch and fired up the beautiful machine. Mark gave her a brief overview of the controls an then Noella flicked on the indicator, checked the mirrors, made a quick shoulder check and eased out from the curve, the smooth V8 engine purring under the control of her right foot.
How awesome! Beautifully smooth! And so powerful!
Noella loved the feeling of having a tamed lion under her accelerator foot, which was ready to roar whenever the whim took her. She enjoyed the precise control and exact braking that made driving this car an outright pleasure.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed as pulled out of her street and onto the main road as they headed for Beach Rd., a sweeping Boulevard that hugged the bay coastline.
"You like?" asked Mark somewhat rhetorically.
"Of course!" and she slapped his arm with her free hand as she guided the gleaming Benz through the traffic. Mark lean forward and clicked the sound system on and fiddled with his I-Phone and soon the Rolling Stones "Start Me Up" was booming through the incredible JBL speakers. Noella enjoyed the rocking vibe as she headed down Dendy St. towards Beach Rd. Soon they reached the junction of those two roads. She turned the right indicator on and eased the sleek car to a stop at a red light.
I wonder what this baby's got.
As the lights turned green, Noella tugged the wheel right and planted her foot hard. The car lurched forward and heaved right as the big V8 got down and dirty with a sweet growl, but there was little wheel spin or tire smoke, as the wizardry of the traction control smoothed out all bad habits of the powerful engine, ensuring it was perfectly behaved.
Noella grinned as the car launched forward and swept up the hill and over the right crest. Mark leaned over and firmly placed his hand on her knee in a father like gesture.
"Did I say you could do that?"
"Did I say you say you put your hand on my knee?"
Holy shit! His hand feels magnificent! I've got goose bumps all over!
Mark quickly withdrew his hand for fear of offence, somewhat surprised by his reflexive paternal action.
"Did I say you could take your hand off?" asked Noella in a firm but inviting tone, a cheeky grin on her face.
"Do I need permission for what I do with my hand?" he inquired.
"Well it depends what you're doing with it."
"Oh I see." countered Mark, rising to the verbal sparring as the Benz swept around the undulating bends of the road, under Noella's deft control.
"I think you should put it back on my knee."
"Your wish is my command." and he gently replaced his hand on Noella's knee and then slid it upwards to the hem of her skirt, creeping under to rest on the top of her stocking, where he gave her leg a gentle squeeze.
Holy fuck! His hand his so hot! Oh my God, it feels wonderful.
Noella could barely focus on the road as waves of heat and desire swirled through her body like tidal waves.
"You're driving beautifully." complimented Mark.
Shit! He's got his hand up my skirt and he's telling me I'm a good driver! WTF!
"Why thank you." replied Noella, nice as pie, giving no indication of the wild feelings that surged through her tingling body.
They made their way past Brighton Yacht Club and headed towards the city, their path now marked by large mansion style homes, Noella's flesh still burning from the heat of Mark's touch.
"So what do you think of the car?" Mark seemed to be in salesman mode again.
"I think it's beautiful! So smooth and silky to drive, but still so powerful." remarked Noella. "And I love having the top down."
"And do you like this?" grinned Mark as he gently rotated his hand from Noella's outer to inner thigh, sending a shiver through her body.
OMG!!!
"If you keep doing that I'm going crash this baby!"
Mark laughed loudly, a huge smile spread across his face as Noella negotiated a right hand turn off the Beach Rd. and headed up Bay St, towards the shopping centre. The sound system was now pumping out U2's "Beautiful Day".
"You know I don't get many opportunities to take such a beautiful woman out in a car like this, let alone one who let's me stroke her thigh!"
Noella felt a flush of heat through her face.
"It's not everyday I get to meet such a handsome man." She took her left hand off the wheel and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
How do I tell him hat he is making me melt?
Now it was Mark's turn to go tomato red, embarrassed by Noella's candid revelation.
Soon they passed through the shopping centre, the gleaming blue Merc turning more than a few heads. They crested the hill, fortuitously getting a green light, Noella turned right onto the Nepean Highway and gave the car a kick with her right foot. They were soon at the eighty kilometre an hour speed limit, the car exerting little effort. The conversation within the car dried up after their mutual admiration.
What do I now? I love his touch. Do I want more?
After a couple of kilometres she turned the car off the highway, back towards Brighton and her house. Pulling up in front, she eased the car to the curb she broke the silence.
"I want one. When can I have it?"
"That simple eh?"
"I 'm girl who know what she wants." She reached over and slid her up hand up Mark's thigh and gently squeezed his crotch. He was shocked by her forthrightness but made no attempt to move her hand as she began a slow stroking action that soon solicited a stiff reaction.
"I think we should go inside and discuss my purchase." she advised.
"That would be good." he agreed, struggling to spit the words out, his voice all throaty after Noella's gentle massaging of his manhood.
How sweet he is. I haven't felt this desire forever! How could I resist this chance?
So they both climbed out of the awesome car, she replaced her flats for her heels, meeting Mark, on the foot path. She handed him the car chunky keys and then took her house keys out of her clutch bag. She then took Mark by the hand and led him to the front door, opening it with a click of the key. They stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
Once inside she led him into the kitchen/living room.
"Nice place!" he complimented as he placed the Mercedes folder he had brought in from the car on the marble kitchen bench. Noella placed her clutch next to it. She then turned and took a step up to Mark, put one hand behind his neck, the other on his firm butt and squeezed his body to hers as she lifted up on her toes and placed her lips on his mouth, gently probing with her tongue for entry into his mouth. Mark was caught off guard a little, but he quickly responded, kissing her back.
Noella the aggressor! I'm going to have what I want this time! His lips are so soft and delicious.
She worked her lips sensuously against his as he cupped her buttocks with his hands so that were firmly meshed together. She rolled her tongue over his and he responded with the firm invasion of her mouth. Noella was burning with passion as they explored each others mouths, locked together in a firm embrace.
Oh shit! He is so strong. I want him so much. I have never kissed a man like this!
They held the embrace for some minutes, enjoying the feel and desire of each others body. Mark then shifted his hand from its firm planting on her ass, to explore her body. He slowly slid it up her side, before diverting to the front of Noella's top. He cupped her left breast, pushing it upwards slightly and giving it a gentle squeeze before searching for the nipple through the shirt and bra.
Noella exploded, jamming her tongue inside Mark's mouth.
Oh fuck! My knees have gone weak. I want him now.
As a moan of pleasure inadvertently slipped from her mouth, she reached down and reacquainted herself with the hard bulge in his trousers causing his grip to stiffen.
"You are magnificent." he groaned.
She leaned up to his ear.
"You haven't seen anything yet." she whispered and she traced the ridges of his ear with tongue before encasing the whole ear with her mouth and sucking hard.
"Ooooooooooh. Fuck!" he exclaimed.
"Do you like that?" she teased whilst squeezing his balls through his trousers.
"I like that even better!" he retorted
Noella continued to apply her tongue to his ear whilst still gently squeezing his crotch, the zip on his pants was now having trouble containing the swelling mound it covered. Noella laughed at the reaction that she had induced. She then wriggled free from his grip a little, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her to reveal her curvaceous breasts which were pushing agains the restraint of her black silk bra.
"Wow!" gasped Mark and he reached up with both hands too follow the generous curve of each breast and then with his right hand he reached behind her and deftly released the clasp that was holding the bra in place.
"You clever boy!" she giggled.
With Noella's breasts free of any incumbency, Mark helped himself, leaning down, he covered her left nipple with his mouth whilst he twiddled the other like a radio dial, which resulted in it becoming instantly hard.
