I had been driving limo part-time now for a few months. It was an easy job for the most except when I got the odd temperamental client now and then. It was mostly the women who gave me a bit of a rough time. Wanting me to have the door open the minute the car came to a stop – things like that.
Today I was picking up a new client. None of the other drivers knew anything about her. I arrived fifteen minutes early and rang her buzzer to let her know that I was early and would be waiting for her when she was ready.
I was standing at the front of the car having a cigarette when I heard the sound of heals coming down the sidewalk. I turned my head slightly to the right and did a double take but tried not to be too obvious. A tall, gorgeous black woman is coming towards the car. She is wearing a very short mini quick and is showing lots of leg. I quickly tossed my cigarette down and squashed it with my shoe. I walked towards the passenger door to open for her.
"Ms. Matthews I presume?"
"That's correct. Thank you." She says as she slips into the car.
"You do know the address that you're taking me to?" She asks.
"Yes m'am I do." I repeat the address just to confirm.
"Good and please call me Grace."
"This affair that I'm going to may get a bit boring so I may need to leave earlier than planned. I assume that you'll be in the neighbourhood if I need to make a quick exit?"
"Yes, m'am er Grace I'll be waiting right in front for you."
"Good. Thank you."
I just nod and continue driving. As I'm checking the rearview mirror, I notice that she's applying lipstick. I notice how full and luscious her lips are. She notices me watching her and just smiles. I'm sure that I'm blushing and I'm glad that she can't see my reaction.
I notice that she's looking out the side window and I take another moment to gaze at her long legs. I can't quite figure out if she's wearing underwear. I re-focus and find her watching me again with a sexy grin.
"Like what you see?" She asks.
"Sorry Grace." I mutter.
"Don't be sorry darling, I don't mind at all. As long as you like what you see. And so…do you like what you see?"
I'm not sure if I should lie or tell the truth. She seems like the kind of woman who likes honesty.
"Yes I do like what I see. I think you're a very beautiful, sexy woman."
"Why thank you." She says and turns to look out the window.
The trip is much too short as I pull up to the house. I open the door for her and it appears that she is falling of the car so I grab her hand to guide her out of the car. She ends up leaning into me. Her perfume is intoxicating. She steadies herself, thanks me and walks up to the house.
If I didn't know any better, I'd almost swear that she was flustered at the physical contact with me. I light a cigarette to calm myself while I wait for Grace. I have only been waiting for an hour when I see her coming out of the house. I quickly head around to open the door for her.