I'd been seeing Abbie a few times over the last month, but between us both, we'd decided to keep it a secret. Abbie wasn't sure her parents would approve of the age gap, me being as old as them both not helping, but also she said it gave an air of excitement that nobody else knew about us.
It didn't stop her from brushing her hand across my crotch at work occasionally or turning and bending, pushing her arse into me, usually while someone else was around. She enjoyed the thrill of being such a tease, usually followed the same night by a photo or video of what she was doing while thinking about it. A couple of nights previous she'd been watching a film with her mum, her dad being out at work still, and had covered her legs with a large cushion. Her phone was on the arm of the sofa so it faced them both, she'd been sneakily taking photos as she pulled down her vest top to expose her pert 32B tits, or pulled her shorts out to show her pussy, glistening as she got more excited, her mum oblivious but she could have so easily got up at any second and see what Abbie was doing.
I know now that Abbie watches more porn than I do, each time she gets a chance to come to my house she always asks to watch some. It's usually the same scenario, she'll quickly strip right off but make me stay dressed, and lie on the sofa, head in my lap. She likes to feel my cock twitch at certain scenes, fidgeting to rub her head across it, liking that I'll sometimes gaze at her petite body instead of watching the porn. Now and again she'll pull out a little notebook, and writes things down, then continues to watch.
"What do you write down?" I once asked.
"Notes. Suggestions and Ideas. Maybe you'll find out sometime," she laughed, holding the notebook away from me.
Tonight she'd turned up unexpectedly, and I was already watching a film. She mock groaned when I wouldn't put a porno on but lay down anyway to watch it. There was a scene where the beautiful lead actress had been to dinner with a guy, who told her he'd drive her home. Halfway through the journey he stopped the car and leaned over to grab and kiss her. They argued, and she got out of the car and ran, through some woods that the road was by, with open fields on the other side.
She was wearing a summer dress and had kicked her heels off to run quicker. As she ran her dress kept getting snagged by branches, ripping it and pulling bits off. She ran quicker, still hearing him chasing, and saw a large hedge, squeezing through but it was that tight a gap that it pulled the rest of her dress off. She found herself standing in a small village, surrounded by people staring in amazement as she stood almost naked in front of them, just in her lingerie, her bra torn exposing one breast.
Abbie suddenly bolted, sitting upright and grabbing her notebook, a look of pure excitement on her face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just a really good idea," she smiled broadly while answering, "When do you next have a holiday?" she continued.
"in a couple of weeks, I'm off all week, why?" I told her.
"Oh, another idea," she grinned.
She wouldn't divulge any more information, except to prepare for an early start one morning. My mind raced to wonder what she was up to. Two days later after making me think of all the different things she could have planned, she told me. Well, some details anyway.
"I've booked Thursday and Friday off, I've told mum that we're helping do a change around at one of the other offices, and we need to set off really early on Thursday morning and will be there Friday too, maybe the weekend if we're behind," she explained.
"What to do?" I asked, "and what time?"
"You'll have to wait and find out, oh and you can pick me up at 6 am, we're driving to the coast. Mum knows someone will be fetching me so you pulling up outside won't be a problem," she told me.
I was even more intrigued now. Two and potentially four days meant she had something pretty big lined up. The coastal town she told me about was thirty minutes drive away, the only reason she'd give me was she didn't want to be too close to home, even if it would be early morning.
The Thursday came and I pulled up outside her house, Abbie bounding out and her mum came to the door to wave her off, waving to me too and saying thanks for fetching her. If only she knew why I thought. Actually, if only I knew too.
It was quite warm for late Spring, Abbie wearing a pair of jogging trousers and trainers, and a loose-fitting t-shirt. Getting in the car and waiting until we'd driven off a while, she fished into her backpack she'd bought, and pulled out a summer dress. Stopping at some lights she hopped into the back, lying across the seats as she changed into it. Looking in the mirror I noticed she had gone braless, even though her pert breasts didn't need one, but couldn't see her legs properly. Stopping again she quickly got in the passenger seat and put her seatbelt on. She looked at me and smiled, pulling up her dress to reveal hold-up white stockings and a white thong.
"You said you liked me in white stockings right?" she beamed.
As we got closer to the town she checked her phone, telling me she had a sat nav on, and guided me around corners and turns until we reached a car park on the edge of the town and pointed towards the corner telling me to park there. Behind the town were hills and a lot of trees, but the town itself was reasonably flat. We got out of the car, Abbie looking around. The main street was the other side of the car park, with a few buildings hiding where we were parked.
I looked around me, looking for an idea of where things were for later, signs for toilets, restaurants etc, and a sign saying where the town's shopping centre was. I turned to speak to Abbie and saw her peeling her dress off, pulling it over her head. She smiled as she saw me, and turned and slid her thong down her stocking-clad legs. She threw the thong and dress to me, telling me to hold them for her, and reached into her backpack, and pulled out a metal buttplug with a jewelled end.
Abbie slid her mouth around it, then rubbed it along her wet pussy, then lifted a leg and slid the plug effortlessly into her arsehole, groaning a little as she did.
"Right, ready now, let's go," she said.
"Where?" I said, holding the dress out for her to put back on.
"We're going to have a walk around the town while you video me, hopefully, we can get some unsuspecting people in the background," she answered.
"What about if we bump into people?" I asked.
She smiled broadly and walked off towards the road, stopping to pick something up from the pavement. The jewel shone in the rising sunlight.
"Video!" she said, pointing to her dress.
There was a pocket on the dress and her phone was in it, she told me she wanted me to use hers and that she'd edit it later. The main street was deserted this early, but it didn't stop Abbie from giggling with nervous trepidation. We walked around the town, past estate agents and clothes shops, one shop having lights on and early morning cleaners working inside. Abbie stopped and asked me to stop filming and take pictures with them oblivious behind her.
Abbie was getting more and more turned on, the buttplug working her insides with each step, even more so when she heard two cars drive on the road around forty feet behind her. She giggled again, but didn't run and hide, nor look behind her. She leaned her back against a bollard and posed for pictures with the cars stopped at traffic lights. One of the cars honked its horn as the driver saw her as he left the lights, Abbie smiling broadly.
I'd been filming in front of her as she walked towards me, a little safer as I could see if anyone was around. The town was starting to get a little busier now, a few people out walking dogs and some early starters opening the shop fronts. Abbie told me to film behind her now, her pert buttocks rising and falling mesmerisingly, the jewel on the butt plug shining in the sun.
Abbie walked towards the seafront, slowing as she neared a junction. She looked back at me, took a deep breath and walked towards it, not knowing if anyone would be around the corner. Suddenly she stopped and jumped.
"Oops, sorry," she blurted out, her hand going to her mouth.
An old lady walking her dog appeared from the other street, shocked but smiling.
"Ooh don't worry dear, you didn't hit me. You look beautiful by the way, If I had a body like that I'd show it off too," she grinned.
She saw me with the phone filming and waved and smiled, continuing down the road with her dog.
"Oh fuck, my heart is beating fast, that was such a rush," Abbie gushed.
