The blinding afternoon sun shimmered off the glass of her gorgeous, sleek-lined sports car. We had been playing a game of traffic-tag on the highway for over fifteen minutes, each of us letting the other cut in as we weaved our way through the metal jungle. I do this thing where I choose a car in each lane so I can measure which one is flowing faster. I get a strange sense of satisfaction when I see I have chosen the fastest lane. Maybe it's my over-competitive nature? Or maybe, I just like to win.
After a few more minutes of traffic-tag, I ended up next to her beautiful car. For the first time, I could see her face. She was striking! Her thick blonde hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders. She had cherry-red lipstick on and large, oval-shaped sunglasses. Her high cheekbones and small, straight nose reminded me of Nicole Kidman.
I lowered my electric window. The movement must have reflected the sunlight, which caught her eye. She turned her head and looked at me. She opened her window.
"Beautiful day for a drive," I joked and smiled.
She looked over at me and shouted in what was the closest thing to the Queen's English I had ever heard, "I've had her for two months and all I want to do is find somewhere to open her up and see what she can really do. This car was not built to sit in traffic."
"That's the saddest thing I've heard all day! Why haven't you taken her out yet?"
"I'm new to the city and don't really know where to go," she replied. "Any suggestions?"
Before I could answer, I noticed the traffic was starting to pick up pace. I quickly took my cell phone out of my handbag and waved it at the blonde beauty.
"I know an amazing place. Give me your number. I'll message you the details."
She took her phone out and said, "Rather give me yours. I want to make sure I hear from you again."
As I began to pull away, I shouted out my number.
"I'm Jen by the way."
"Susan" came the reply.
As I drove home, I kept checking my rear-view mirror, hoping to catch another glimpse of Susan and her sexy Jag, but sadly I didn't see her again. My mind kept thinking about her beautiful British accent and those full cherry-red lips. I have never even kissed a girl, so I wasn't too sure where this stirring in the pit of my stomach was coming from. It's not to say I have never been curious to feel the soft, wet mouth and tongue of a sexy woman, or wondered what another woman's pussy would taste like. I guess the opportunity had never presented itself before, nor had I ever really looked for it.
Later that evening, Susan's words, "I want to make sure I hear from you again" kept filtering back into my consciousness. Had she liked what she saw of me as much as I of her? Had she also felt a tug and gentle throb of her pussy when we locked eyes?
Her message startled me.
"Hello Jen, it was good to meet you in traffic today. I hope it's not too late to message you?"
"Hi Susan, likewise, and not at all! I was just thinking about you and wondering if I'd hear from you."
"I'd never normally take a stranger's number in traffic, but somehow I got a feeling you're a girl after my own heart."
"I do have a weakness for cars. Especially sexy Jags. Elegant lines and all that power under the hood :)"
"Exactly! So you mentioned you know somewhere where I can take her out and see what she's really made of?"
"I do! But, at the risk of sounding cheeky, if I tell you, do you think I could come along for the ride?"
"I was hoping you'd ask. Of course ;)"
I sent the details to Susan and we agreed to meet the next morning at a small coffee shop at the start of the route I had suggested.
Getting dressed the following morning, I chose to wear matching white lace lingerie that accentuated my curvy body and tanned skin. I didn't know what was going to happen, but wherever this led, it was certainly going to be a first for me and wearing the virgin's colour just made sense.
I arrived at the coffee shop before Susan and chose a seat where I could see her come in. I ordered a couple of cappuccinos with cream and didn't have to wait long before she walked through the door. Susan was wearing a short, white cotton dress that hugged her sexy body. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me when she was getting dressed that morning.
"Hi, Jen" she said in that lovely accent.
"Good morning. What a gorgeous dress!" I replied with a smile.
"Oh, thank you. White somehow felt like the right colour for a country outing with a perfect stranger," she replied with a wink and smile.
Before she sat down, Susan leaned forward and stretched her hand out towards my face. I didn't know what she was doing but was interested to see where her hand would land up. She gently brushed my top lip with her thumb.
"You had a little cream on your mouth. I hope you don't mind me getting that for you?"
And then she sucked it off her perfectly manicured finger.
This made my pussy start to throb and I could feel my nipples getting hard and push against my tight dress. Susan's touch was electric and I knew at that moment I wanted to feel more of her skin brush against mine.
While sipping our cappuccinos we discussed Susan's recent move to Johannesburg from London for an amazing career opportunity. Once we were finished, we walked out to her Jaguar F-Type. The sun was bouncing off the silver bonnet and near blinded us as we hopped inside. The doeskin leather bucket seats hugged our bodies as Susan pressed the ignition button. The Jag came to life with a roar of its V8 engine. Susan's dress had settled high up on her long, toned thighs. A little shifting in her seat and I would be able to see her panties.
"Something got your attention?" Susan asked playfully.