I watched the streetlight shoot across her eyes as she drove silently. Her eyes didn't stray from the road, but I knew she was aware I couldn't take my eyes off her. My hand rested lazily on her thigh while she drove. "Let's play a game," she spoke, breaking me out of my trance. I focused my eyes on the car in front of us and nodded, "Sure."
"It's called Padiddle, have you heard of it?" I shook my head before she exclaimed, "How do you not know... well, anyway here are the rules and they're simple. Every time you see a car with a light out, head light or taillight, the first person to tap the roof of the car gets to choose an item of clothing for the loser to take off." "Seems simple enough," I smirked while feeling nervous on the inside. She immediately punched the ceiling harder than necessary out of excitement and yelled, "Padiddle!" I whipped my head towards toward her and followed her eyeline to the vehicle in question. "I wasn't even ready."
"Too bad. I choose shirt."
"Wow going straight for it aren't we?"
She smirked and nudged me to submit, which I did reluctantly by pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes briefly glanced off the road toward my bra. "Hm." I wondered what crossed her mind.
Silence fell over the car again as I stared at her profile. Her red hair fell past her shoulder in loose curls, slightly messy in a contained way. Her lips had a slight smirk to them like she always knew some secret about you that you didn't know about yourself. Through the light sporadically darting through her brown eyes, I could see hints of green. There was a softness of comfort with a hint of devious behind them. She hit the ceiling again, causing me to jump and snap out of my observing. "Padiddle! You're not doing very well at this," she laughed, "Pants."
I looked down at my shoes, "Okay, that's not fair. If I take off my pants I am also losing my shoes and socks."
She shrugged, "I guess I'm just efficient. Do better." I playfully glared at her before reluctantly removing my shoes, socks, and lastly my pants. I shifted a little uncomfortably in seat, sporting only boxer briefs and a deep blue bra. Feeling challenged, I sat up straighter and cleared my throat, "Game on." My eyes started scanning any car they could find.
"So tell me something," I said to distract her.
She was quiet for a moment before landing on her subject. "You know how people tend to have sexual fantasies they want to act out but tend to be a little scare?" I nodded.
"Well," she paused, "want to hear mine?"
"Fuck yes," I said, not missing a beat. I slammed my fist against the top of the car a little too excitedly, "Padiddle. Shirt."
"A little hasty, aren't we?" She smirked, "take the wheel." I took control of the wheel and in one swift swoop her shirt was off. She tossed it in the backseat and her smirk remained.
"One of mine--"
"Oh so there's more than one," I interrupted.
"Of course, but we'll start slow. Mine starts out simple, in the kitchen. Maybe standing at the counter slicing vegetables, some mundane tasks. And someone--," she paused and revised her words. "And you. Come up behind me already wearing a strap, ready to go. You grab my waist from behind and start immediately kissing my neck. Licking my earlobe. Maybe even a bite here and there. Your hands slide up my shirt and PADIDDLE," she exclaimed while hitting the roof again. Enthralled in her story and watching her lips move in the flickering light, I had lost focus on the game. Getting a little competitive, I slapped my bare thigh having forgotten I was pant-less.
"Ouch," I rubbed the area, "Okay, what'll it be?"
"Bra. Definitely bra."
I contemplated it momentarily before slowly removing my bra--partly to tease her and partly out of feeling exposed. I tossed it in the back with her shirt and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Nope," she said. I dropped my arms from my chest and she glanced again, taking her eyes off the road.
"Anyway, back to your story."
"Ah, yes. Where were we? Neck, ears, bite. You slide your hands up my shirt to play with my nipples, because who wears a bra at home. The whole time pressing against my backside, teasing me enough to get me wet. Then you just take control, pushing me over the counter and tugging down my pants, my underwear. You just...," she paused, seemingly a little bashful, "go to town."
I laughed, "Go to town? Is that what we're calling it. You were doing so well."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, you fuck me. Hard. Maybe I'd even let your press my face against the counter."
"Maybe?"