"Shit," Reagan breathed, looking at her phone. The Uber was here. Eli had arrived in his lovely black Charger and she wasn't quite ready. She took one final look in the mirror and conceded that humidity had won today. A braid accessorized with frizz would have to do. She grabbed her purse and rapidly groped around inside. Keys. Wallet. Phone. Taking one final sweeping glance around the apartment, she opened and closed the door, locked it, and as she turned, she found herself looking at a black Charger.
"Reagan?" a voice called from inside.
"Yes," she called back, walking up to the car. "Eli?"
What greeted her was the most stunning smile she had ever seen, complemented by the most beautiful face and body attached. Holy Fuck, she almost panted. Reaching for the handle, she got in the car and was immediately engulfed in an inferno of heat. With an arm around the headrest, he swiveled around and asked
"Windows okay?" flashing her another mega-watt smile. Although the heat was almost unbearable, she replied,
"Yes," surprised at how husky her voice had become.
"Great." He turned around, slid his finger along his phone signaling the start of the Uber ride. And they were off. He began to ask her the usuals:
"How are you? "
She wondered what it'd be like to fuck him. Where would it happen? Would he pull over to the side of the road and screw her in the back seat of his Charger?
"Good."
She hoped not. She knew that they would have amazing sex if given the appropriate setting. Like, for example, a kitchen. They could have great sex in a kitchen. She could see him slamming into her, making her cry out in pain (pleasure?). Jesus Christ. She would nip at his ear in reply and Eli would surely let out a painful grunt and respond with an especially forceful thrust.
"Where you headed tonight?"