"What the hell am I doing?" Finn asked herself this question with a slow cold realization. What triggered her senses? Was it the unlit road they had just turned on? Was it when the doors locked loudly from the driver's controls? Or was it when she slipped into the leather seat of the Lincoln with the man whose name she did not know?
She was not the sort of girl to do such things. Always she had kept a tight line on her passions. Just this once, she had told herself. Just this one she wanted to see what it would be like to give in to the ideas that raced into her head when she fantasized.
He was a stranger to her, much older than Finn. She had met him when her car had broken down on the side of the road. He was tall and tanned from work outside or perhaps it was play. His green eyes had danced with mischief when he leaned across his steering wheel and offered help. He wore a suit, but she could tell he would rather have been in something else, his tie was twisted loosely against his throat. His hair had a taste of gray at the temples and there were laugh lines at his eyes and lips.
At the time, all Finn could feel was relief for the help. She was 23, alone, and driving a long way in the middle of the night. She had just broke up with her boyfriend. She needed to drive to clear her head. She had gotten in the car, still wearing the short black skirt and small white blouse from her catering gig as a cocktail waitress. She had ditched the panty hose, leaving only her black lace thong underneath and the white lace bra that pushed her large breast into firm attention. The spiked hills were hanging from the garment hook in the back seat by their straps along with her small apron.
She never noticed the check engine light. She was too busy pulling up her long brown hair with a clip and trying to light a cigarette with her shaky hands. One knee steered the car the other gunning the gas on the little blue convertible.
A hand touched her knee.
Finn stopped thinking and let reality set in. She was in this man's car.
"Thanks so much for your help," she had said when he lowered the hood with the convertible purring yet again.
He had smiled at her and looked her up and down in his headlights.
"I don't know how to repay you," she had added while he stared.
"I have some ideas," he had smiled.
Now his hand was on her knee, his large fingers squeezing the flesh on the inside of the knee moving up the thigh. A tingling starting in her stomach. Fear mixed in with arousal, her body was so alert she couldn't decide which was coming over her. Her teeth clenched together but she could feel her panties getting wet.
They had made an agreement for the evening. No words had been spoken since. No words were really spoken at all, after his suggestion of an idea. Finn had slid into the car as if in a haze, never saying a word.
He gripped her thigh and jerked it towards him, her legs opening wide. His fingers digging into her inner thigh moving up to her center. He never took his eyes from the road or his other hand off the wheel.
His fingers pulled at the waist of her panties pulling them down in a rough manner until his callused hand was touching the sensitive shaved skin. Two fingers pressing into her moistening slit and moving directly for the prize, her tight hole.
Both fingers slipped in, curling inside of Finn. She stiffened her body against the intrusion, but was stopped from clamping her legs together by the hand still in her pussy jerking hard into her thigh.
The two fingers began moving inside of her while his thumb found her clit and began to rub against it. Finn closed her eyes. At first she was scared and whimpering like a puppy. After a few strokes of his thumb she found her legs relaxing more, her body needing what she did not understand.
She heard a cell phone begin to dial, then the man's voice, "John, hey it's me. I'm going to be out at the location this evening if you want to get some overtime hours this evening."
Finn froze in horror. They had agreed no one would know. "Whose John?"
The man squeezed her pussy lips with his hand moving to pinch her clip between two fingers. "A friend, a little added insurance to make sure things go smoothly."
