"Not usually, no. Stop rushing me. I'll just take longer to spite you," I giggled.
"You wouldn't? Yes, you would ...", you said as you tugged my hair. "Remind me next time not to set my watch by you. You 're ridicously slow. Hurry up." You mumbled, then laughed. I laughed and said,"But, I thought you liked me slow...?"
"Just move a little faster, please?", you said, turning a crimson red, as you moved across the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the toilet, watching me.
"I'm trying ... stop distracting me, woman", I said as I placed my hair up in a ponytail. "No, please leave your hair down", you whispered softly, getting back up to lean in closer to me, wrapping your arms around my waist, "I love your hair down. It's beautiful that way."
Blushing, I said, "Okay, then, Boss. At your service", and let my hair flow freely around my face, and shoulders.
"See? There. Beautiful.. Now let's go", you said impatiently, tugging me by my hand, practically dragging from the bathroom. "Jesus, Letti. What's the urge in urgency here, anyway? What about my make-up? I'm not finished."
Still pulling me through the bedroom, and into the front room, grabbing your purse you said, "Finish it in the car. We're going to be late..." Looking dumbfounded I turned to you and said, "Late? Late for what? You still haven't told me where we're going."
"Late for your own funeral, if you don't hurry up"
"But, Letti..."
"Quiet, you," you said grinning at me, placing your finger on my mouth, "It's a surprise. You told me you liked surprises. Now move it, lady." And, pulled me through the hotel room door, rushing down the plush carpeted hallway to the elevator.
"For heaven's sake, Letti. You act like the world is coming to an abrupt end"
"It might. Now, be quiet. I'm thinking.."
"No, you're scheming" I laughed, and stepped into the elevator.
Once inside of the elevator you calmed down a little, still looking at your watch from time to time. "Stop looking at me like that. I won't give in and tell you, you know. I'm not as weak as you are. All I have to do is pout at you and you cave. Pathetic.. but, still adorable", you said, brushing your fingers through my hair. "I love your hair."
"So, you've said. But, you're avoiding the question asked you previous. Where are we going?"
"I'm not avoiding. You're just trying to get me to give in so I will tell you, and I won't. You may as well give up. You won't win, lover." You pinched my cheek, and kissed me quickly on the lips , "Now, come on. The limo will be here soon"
"Limo? What limo? Letti.. you're such an evil little thing. Tell me..please", I said in my most deliberate puppy dog face, pouting. You laughed and said, "Nice try, love. But, it still won't work. Give up yet?"
Glaring at you, trying hard not to laugh at your persistance, I said, "No. You evil bitch.."
Laughing, wrapping your arm around my waist, you whispered, "That's too bad. I'd love to say I win. But, what's the need in that? I still win."
"Evil ...", I said, leaning in closer to you as the elevator came to a stop and the door opened, "just evil."
"So? What's your point?", you said nudging me along the hallway, as we walked across the marbled floor, out onto the front patio. "I'm really glad you came along with me. You keep me centered" I relaxed and glanced back at you. Neatly dressed black chiffon dress, with discreet daytime diamonds winking at your ears, her hair beautifully flowing around your face and shoulders. You looked like a sucessful matron on her way out for lunch at her favorite club. But your eyes, as vivid as the chestnut changing on the leaves in the fall trees, were filled with concern.
"Somebody has to, and I'm glad to know it's me." My attention was caught by a colorful display of neon lights, glittering against the black of the limo as it gently pulled alongside the curb. "Still, I feel guilty being away from home. Leaving the kids that way."
"You were dying to get away from the kids," you remeinded me as maitre d' opened the door to the limo, gently ushering us inside.
"I know. That's why I'm guilty."
"Guilt's a good thing." Tossing your scarf over your shoulder, You leaned over to inspect the mini bar, pulling out a bottled water."Honey, it's only been three days. We're practically on our way back. You'll get there and smother the kids with attention, leave that bastard husband of yours, come back with me, and everybody'll be happy."
I rolled my eyes and smiled weakly at you. "Trust you to take everything down the lowest common demoninator"
With a sastisfied grunt, you straightened and smiled, shaking your shoulder length sweep of hair from your chin and nodded. "I just don't want to see you turn your life around again, for the wrong reasons. I only want what's best for you"
"You always did," I said, "you always did see the best in me," brushing my fingers across your hand, taking it in mine.
"Hidden riches, darling," you said, raising my hand to your cheek, "hidden riches."
"Ms. Leticia Cantrell? Ms. Christine Barret?", the driver inquired as she looked in the review mirror.
"Ah." You squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Yes."
"I'm Necia. I'll be driving you to the resturant and theatre this evening." Tipping her cap and turning to offer her hand to us, greetingly, winking before turning back around in her seat.
"Pleased to meet you,", we both said almost in unison and laughed.
"I do hope you find everything to your liking, ladies. Shall we begin then?"
"Yes, Necia, that would be lovely."
There were little glass vases with fresh flowers beside the tinted windows. And little lights, like faerie lights, streamed along the floor and the roof.
There was a television and a stereo, and buttons to work everything just above our heads. Everything smelled like leather and roses.
You were already moving over to the long seat to the side to poke your head throught the opening of the limo's cab, peppering Necia with questions."So, tell me, Necia, how does a woman like you get into the profession of being a chauffeur?" You both exhanged mild topics of interest as I sat back and watched the dazzled look on your face.
"She's cute, Chrissi." And, moved back over to the seat beside me and patted my thigh. I looked at you and just smiled, trying to hide my jealousy. I never knew I could be jealous over you flirting with someone else, and wondered if I would have had the same reaction if you had been flirting with a man, rather than another woman. A sexy blonde woman at that.
Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, high cheekbones that made her look younger than her age of 24, and long flowing curly blonde hair. The type of hair that begged to have fingers run through it. Her lips had a perfect arch, without making her smile look so wide. And her attitude was just as sexy, as appealing. Looking at her through the review mirror I could see how someone could be instantly attracted to her, and even still feel less about themselves.
"You're jealous?," you said, turning around to face me, placing your hand on my arm."You're so cute when you're jealous, but why? You've got no reason to be, love"
Shaking my head in denial, I said, "No, I'm not. I'm just.. I don't know. I don't have a word for it." Taking my hand in yours, you placed it against your face, kissing the center of my hand. "There are no other words for the word jealousy, my love. But, please don't be. Alright?," and kissed my hand once more before linking your fingers with mine. "Alright."
You leaned forward and kissed me lightly, then slowly deepened your kiss with more passion, as you gently ran your fingers under the hem of my dress, up along my thigh. A slow shiver ran up my back, as I let out a soft moan, and placed my hand on the base of your neck, arching your head back as I moved in closer to you, leaning my body over yours as I gently placed my lips on the base of your neck.
"Don't start ... something ... you can't ... finish, love... ," you said as your breathing started to turn into low moaning pants.
"I'm not. I'm going to finish what you started, darling." And, slowly pulled your body closer to mine, brushing my fingertips along your thigh, making my way up to your quivering mound. As I brushed my fingers across the thin material of your panties, you sighed heavily, parting your legs and leaned back against the door, placing your body directly in from of me. I lowered myself down to the floor of the car, between the seats, and gently tugged your panties away from your hips and placed my mouth within inches of your pussy, blowing generously along your clit.
You ran your fingers through my hair, and gently brought my face closer to your body, arching your hips slowly towards me. I slowly flicked my tongue along your clit, running my tongue down the entire length of your pussy. I took my hands and slid them under your bottom and wrapped my hands over your waist and gripped my hands tight on your hips and pulled your body foward, to the edge of the seat, and leaned forward and gave you my all. You began to slowly thrust your hips up and down, causing your clit to rub harder against the softness of my tongue, as I slid my tongue deeper inside of you.
I gently began to nibble on your clit, and your legs tightened around my face, as your hips arched up higher and you thrust your body harder against my face. I then began to bite on your clit, and pussy lips, as I slid 3 fingers deep inside of you, as you moaned loudly, still looking down at me, running your fingers through my hair. "Oh, God, the things you do to me...," you whispered softly, as you stroked my arm with your fingers. You then placed your right hand on the door, knocking the vase of flowers into the floor, then placed your left hand on the seat, as you pushed your body further off of the seat, pushing my back against the other seat, straddling your legs over my shoulders, pushing your body harder against me, as your feet rested on the edge of the seat, while you continued to rock your hips up and down faster, as your legs quivered with anticipation.
Digging my fingers into your hips, I drove my tongue deeper inside of you, flicking the hard tip of my tongue against the walls of your pussy, curling it back and forth, withdrawing it and moving it around your clit, then sliding it back inside of you moving it up and down motion inside of you, making your legs tighten more against my shoulders as you drove your pussy hard against my face. Your body shuddered once, then twice, as your fingers tightened on the edge of the leather seat, as your body trembled and began to erupt with it's first orgasm. "More, please.. more... unnhh... don't stop, now.."
I slid four fingers inside of you then and drove them hard and fast inside of you as my thumb slammed against your labia, as the wetness poured from you, down along your ass cheeks. I leaned in and licked your juices from your pussy and ass as I continued to finger fuck you harder and harder.
"DiGeorgiano's Ms. Cantrell. Would you like to have dinner now, or should I wait for you to finish?", Necia asked as she lowered the window a little more, getting a perfect view of your pussy and legs as I continued to lick your pussy clean. When you looked up into the mirror, you could see a look of lust in Necia's eyes, and smiled teasingly as you closed your eyes and erupted with one final orgasm.
"No, Necia, that's not neccasary," you said breathlessy, "I can see that from the look in your eyes that you'd much rather us stay in the limo, and watch us or possibly join us.. ?"
Necia swallowed hard and let out an inaudible moan. "Oh, Ms. Cantrell, I don't think...," she said almost in a whisper,"I could lose my job. What if someone found out and it leaked out to my employer. I'll be screwed."
"Do you get paid to think, Necia?," I said, turning my attention to her. "I know that your employer doesn't pay you. It's the people you chauffuer that pays you your weekly sums of employment. So, why don't you just stop thinking, and drive us to a more secluded place for privacy and get your cute little ass back here and join us?"
"Ms. Barret... ," Necia said, appalled and embarrassed, "that's the most absurd thing I've ver heard.... even if it is true," and grinned as she turned back around and put the limo into drive and took off.
Turning my attention back to you, running my hands back up under your dress along your thighs, I whispered, "Now, where were we? Or should I say where was I?," and winked at you as you grinned devishly.