"Oops," he laughed as I glared at him. Very deliberately I removed his hand from its position between my thighs and placed it on his knee, starting the car and completing the turn without any further incident.
"Spoilsport," he pouted as I pulled away, "I was enjoying that!"
Ignoring him I took a right and headed down to the 24 hour garage on the seafront. Drawing to a halt next to the pump I looked over at him expectantly.
"If I have to," he sighed, "but I still think I'd enjoy it more if you did it!"
I couldn't argue with that, the wind was blowing up a gale outside, it was pretty cold and he'd stolen my belt. It was a certainty that stepping out of the car would expose me in one way or another, I couldn't hold the thing closed and fill up the tank at the same time after all.
"Another time perhaps," I teased, handing him some money.
"Anything else you want?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh plenty," I replied, "but a can of redbull will do me for now."
"Okay," he said as he opened the door, the cold wind making me shudder as it blew across my overheated skin. I saw him grin as he held it open longer than necessary before holding his hand out for the key. Passing it over I caught the eye of a man leaving the garage, he stared a little longer than necessary and I realised my gown was gaping again. Pulling the sides closer together under the seatbelt I felt myself going red as I wondered how much he'd seen. Glaring at Carl I pushed him out of the car and told him to get on with it. His smirk told me he knew exactly what had happened and he was enjoying my discomfort.
Mind you, I thought as I looked down at his groin, he wasn't entirely in control of himself either if the bulge in his pants was anything to judge by. I grinned as I imagined him walking up to the counter, his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers as he approached, the hot girl behind the counter looking down at him then back up, catching his eye and winking at him before writing her number on the back of the receipt.
Okay, so I'd had a bit of a fantasy thing about the girl that worked here for a while, and I was 99% certain she'd be up for a bit of fun in the right circumstances, perhaps I should have gone in to pay after all. I wriggled in my seat at the thought of waiting til she finished work and taking her back with us, wondered briefly how Carl react if I suggested it, actually opened my mouth to ask as he climbed awkwardly into the car, but apparently I'd used all my stock of daring tonight and the words didn't come out. Never mind, I could always save that for another night.
Handing me my keys and the can of redbull, Carl looked at me assessingly, a glint in his eye suggesting he had some idea where my thoughts had been, or at least that they'd wandered off into some erotic dreamworld. It reminded me of a T shirt I used to have, the slogan read 'I live in my own little world, but it's okay, they know me here'. I smiled as I thought how easily Carl had dropped into my fantasy world that evening. He hadn't freaked out that I'd taken him at his word about the dressing gown, had taken advantage of the 7 minute wait between trips to take advantage of me in a most pleasurable way and with any luck was going to take me home and continue what he'd started. Maybe Facebook wasn't so bad after all.
