Lost Bet 03
Desperately trying to stay focused on the far more important task in hand but failing miserably, she glanced at the envelope lying on the passenger seat.
Returning to look forward at the road ahead, her hands gripped the steering wheel of her Mini a little harder, causing the backs of her hands to whiten. She swirled her tongue in her mouth nervously and checked her rear view mirrors as normally she would.
Traffic was lighter than usual for he journey to work that morning. This fact was ironically contrary to what she needed at that moment and actually acting as a catalyst for an intense desire to open the missive, which she was unable to do so due to the fact that she had spent very little time stationary. Every other day she felt she spent a lot of time sat motionless and frustrated during the morning commute.
On any other day, that time would have been spent assimilating what was in store for her, despite her promise.
Every time she approached lights, confident that she might get thirty seconds to ease the envelope fold open, the cars ahead moved off swiftly, putting paid to that particular moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, the plain white envelope seemed to glow in the gloom of the early morning light and from the central dashboard information screen. Did the envelope radiate sexualiry? The words it contained had power over her. She put her hand to it, her fingers feeling the loose fold of the tongue into the body. It wasn't even sealed. Even more tantalising as it was an easy fix to find out what had been written. No one would know she had cheated. He wouldn't know.
She felt she could hook it open in seconds. But the traffic sped up ahead of her once more, her sightline stayed on the road and between her legs seemed to warm another degree or two, positive as she was that it contained a new game for her.
A long straight now still travelling towards Bristol at a constant speed and once more the need to open the envelope intensified. No slowing or accelerating and very little steering required for the moment. Regret, resignation and a certain quantity of excitement swirled her mind. Damn that promise to wait until she was parked. Why had he left it so easily opened? It was all part of the tease; another opportunity to wind her up and emote her.
She had lost another bet.
How the fuck could she keep losing? It was getting ridiculous. She wondered if, deep down, she was actively sabotaging herself somehow?
Fuck.
This time was different. Previously whenever she had made any bet, the commodity she was offering was stated beforehand. Dictated categorically. Unchangeable. An absolute.
What was required to complete them was never a surprise due to the nature of the prior conversations. Thrashed out and agreed days before. Consensual in the end after negotiation and consideration. Give-and-take always being the norm. The excitement she got each time had been looked forward to for several days before and organised efficiently, mitigating any problems.
This time was different.
She wondered if she was perspiring. She felt a bead at her neck and absent-mindedly wiped it away with a hand as she slowed the car through a village, and wondered what she had let herself in for. She checked the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of her own eye looking back at her, mascara still intact.
You pratt, woman.
He was a bastard some times.
Fucking horny, devious fucker.
Why had she agreed to this?
She almost shared a look of resignation with herself before concentrating once more on the last vehicle of the traffic in the queue before her.
This was the first time she had made a bet without being exactly sure as to what she was offering.
A delicious and extremely horny idea at the time whilst she had been face down on the bed and generally incapable of anything else. Wrists strapped together behind her back, she had her bottom arched up in an amenable fashion for the pounding she had been receiving. Helpless and defenseless, leaking copiously onto the bed sheets from an already used and cum full pussy, she had promised everything and anything just to feel his still quite hard cock pushing back into her even one more time.
Her nipples stiffened at the memory and once again her lower area rise a degree. She grimaced to herself at the sense of her own weakness.
Yes, that had been an all encompassing moment. She had not spoken at the time from a position of responsibility and mature deliberation. Her head had been full of sex and emotions and heady endorphins had been leaking their crazed effect all around her body.
She had forfeited an anonymous task to be found out about on a given day and completed forthwith. No negotiation. No discussion on it or planning or control over it whatsoever.
What a stupid thing to say yes to.
She should tell him no.
Fuck it.
No. She wouldn't do it.
The road levelled out as the car reached the outskirts of a village and, still without the radio on, she continued the journey trying to focus on familiar passing landmarks and emerging Spring morning life in relative silence.
No, she had to do it!
Bugger. She had made her promise. It didn't do well to renege. That wasn't the way to act as an adult or in any way encourage further fun sexual activities.
Bastard.
The glanced again at the envelope which hadn't moved at all, despite her car rumbling through potholes and an earlier sharp brake due to a late indicating driver ahead.
She would have to.
The envelope tongue made it look like a large smile with the deep vee of curling paper. It contained her fate; what was it smiling about? What could the note within say?
Her mind started working through possibilities one after the other. Each one potentially more outlandish than the previous. She shifted her bottom in the seat slightly uncomfortably. It was a work day. He knew that and wouldn't actively embarrass her at work or encourage anything to affect that aspect of her life.
At the end of the day, she had no idea what was in his head most of the time and even less what fresh sexual humiliations he was constantly planning in order to keep her continuously wet and excited.
She slowed the car to an eventual red light, and, temporarily paused and waiting for a pedestrian crossing light to change back to red, and aware that crossing traffic would then have right of way for a moment, she grabbed the envelope off the seat and brought it to the wheel.
Fumbling for a second, she flipped out the closing tongue and saw the folded paper within. A sharp intake of breath. So near now.
Fuck, she was close to seeing the written words. Looking up, the last of the turning traffic had finished their manoeuvres and their light had turned amber.
Subconsciously, she pulled out the folded note, put it in top of the envelope and returned both items to the passenger seat before slipping the Mini into first gear to wait for her own continuation.
She realised too late that she had made a mistake. Now her fate was literally laughing at her, the meeting corners of the folded paper flapping slightly open and closed with the movement of the car.
Within sight now of the NCP carpark where she normally left her car each day, she desperately tried to focus on the coming expectations of work, the nagging knowledge of her lost bet incurring far too far. Maybe she could complete the bet before work rather than after and free her mind of it for the day. Though would it play on her mind for the whole day either way?
He had told her to open the envelope after she had parked. With mounting excitement, and with a certain amount of frustration, she tooled the car up each sloping ramp and round onto each level in turn in a quest for an available space.
Eventually she found one. A space next to one of the large encroaching support pillars. Indicator on to warn the following motorist of her coming negotiation, she focused properly on reversing in beside it, taking the car back far enough that she wouldn't clout the concrete when she opened the door. Positioning herself equally between the painted lines, she shut the engine off.
She looked down at the note.
It wasn't laughing now.
