The engine hummed softly as I pulled up to the curb, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the car. She was standing there, her silhouette illuminated by the dim streetlight. Sarina. Even with her mask on, her beauty was undeniable. She slid into the passeng.er seat, her black leather trousers catching the light as she adjusted herself.

“Hi,” she said softly, her voice laced with a shyness that made my pulse quicken. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, and I could tell she was nervous. “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Of course,” I replied, keeping my tone calm to ease her. “You look stunning.”

She laughed softly, the sound like music. “You always know what to say.”

We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between us palpable. The last week of our texts had been intense, filled with teasing and fantasies that left both of us aching for more. Tonight, we were finally acting on it.

“So,” she began, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan?”

“I thought we’d start with dinner,” I said, glancing at her. “But first, I want to see how wet you are”

She smiled coyly, her eyes twinkling. “You’ll see soon enough.”

We arrived at DFO, and as she stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but stare. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights. She was breathtaking. She looped her arm through mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“Shall we?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

We wandered through the mall, her body brushing against mine with every step. Her confidence was growing, and I could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. At one point, she leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her tone dripping with desire.

I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on her. “Good. That’s the plan.”

After LUME, we headed to the steakhouse. The air between us was charged, every glance and touch igniting sparks. Over dinner, our conversation turned playful, then downright naughty.

“You know,” she said, her eyes locking with mine, “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About how wet I must be.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “And?”

She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. “You were right.”

My heart raced as her hand found my thigh, her fingers trailing higher. She hesitated for a moment before her hand rested on my cock, her touch tentative but deliberate.

“You could use your hand,” she teased, her eyes daring me.

I grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in place. “Why don’t you do it?”

Her breath hitched, and I took the opportunity to caress her breast through the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly, her body pressing into my touch.

“I’m so horny,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“Are you wet?” I asked, my fingers moving to the hem of her dress.

She laughed, a coy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Isn’t that the first thing you asked me when I got in the car?”

“I wanted to see how much,” I replied, my fingers sliding under her dress.

Her breath caught as I traced the outline of her panty. She wasn’t lying. Even through the pad she wore, the fabric was soaked. I rubbed her gently, feeling her body tense under my touch.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the seat.

I continued to tease her, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was trembling, her moans growing louder with every stroke.

“You need to stop driving,” she gasped, her hand gripping my arm. “You need to concentrate on the road.”

I smirked, pulling into a quiet side street. The moment the car was in park, I was on her, my fingers working her clit with precision. She was writhing in the seat, her dress hiked up around her waist.

“Shall we go to the back?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. We climbed into the back seat, her dress falling open as she moved. Her body was a masterpiece, her skin glowing in the moonlight. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her curves.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her lips.

She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pulled down her panties, my fingers sliding into her wetness. She was tight, her walls clenching around me as I explored her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you.”

I hesitated, teasing her with the tip of my cock. “Are you sure?”

She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of desire and determination. “Give it to me.”

That was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her, her tightness engulfing me. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size before I began to move.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. Her moans filled the car, her pleasure evident in every sound she made.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice broken. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, my thrusts growing more intense. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building with every stroke. Her screams grew louder, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with desire.

Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I followed her over the edge, my release pouring into her as we clung to each other.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths heavy, our bodies still connected. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I kissed her softly, savouring the taste of her lips. “You’re incredible.”

We stayed in the back seat for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of passion.

But reality couldn’t be ignored for long. She glanced at her watch, a look of regret crossing her face.

“I have to go,” she said softly. “The kids… my husband…”

I nodded, understanding the need to be discreet. “Let me take you home.”

As we drove back, the tension between us was still there, but it was softer now, a quiet understanding of the connection we’d shared. When we reached her street, she leaned over and kissed me one last time.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For making tonight so special.”

“Happy birthday,” I replied, my heart aching as she stepped out of the car.

She waved as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the night. I sat there for a moment, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Sarina had trusted me with her secret, and I knew this was only the beginning. But as I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of something much bigger.