Good Pet

He adds this just as I leave the shopping mall, and head for the freeway entrance again — the one going the opposite way, to take us home. And it’s that, along with a grab and fondle of my breasts and nipples, that causes me to slam on the brakes when I wasn’t going that fast, to begin with. “No cops,” he says warningly. The smile he has on his lips, it’s just the kind I love. Something in between deliciously noble, and disastrously naughty.

I break eye contact with Tommy and focus on turning onto the offramp. As I do, he continues to rub and stroke me, looking at any and all changes in my face as he does. As I bring the car up to freeway speeds, I pray for light traffic, merciful traffic lights, anything to get home, and out of the driver’s seat as fast as possible.

The drive home for me over the next 10 to 15 minutes is tricky. Nothing else in my life has been so sweet and so torturous at the same time. So difficult for Ben, and so freeing. True to his promise, Tommy kept up his dominating assault on my body for the whole drive. No matter what the traffic was like, what stops and starts we had, his hands never left me. His attentions never ceased, even when I was finding it difficult to think, focus on the road, or put enough pressure on the brakes and gas.

Each time this happened, Tommy would just remind me that I couldn’t get caught, get in trouble with the cops, or else. Or else my time with him would be ruined, due to me getting unwanted attention and a driving infraction.

Somehow, despite feeling like I’m about to cream in my pants at least three separate times during the drive home from the mall, we make it back to my condo. The minute I pull into the space, throw on my brakes and take the keys out of the ignition, Tommy pulls his hand away. As he does, he smiles. He laughs mischievously as if he’s just now decided to keep his hands to himself. He gets out of the car the next second, seeming to have also decided to start playing hard to get.

The way he walks away from the car, I know he’s egging me on. So much bounce and jiggle in his big, round ass — that’s to whet my already-awakened appetite. This is further confirmed when he turns slightly on his heels, looks over his shoulder, and winks at me.

I scramble out of my seat belt, out my door, and toward him. As I do, I sloppily close my door and lock it. I also decide that I’m going to leave the bags of clothing in the car for now. Not the best decision, since they are in clear view of any passersby who might be on the lookout for something good to steal, but I’m not in the mood to waste any more time.

I’ve already been blissfully tortured for the last 10 to 15 minutes by Tommy’s hand on my pants, and I can’t wait another minute or another second beyond what it takes me to get to my front door, inside, and undressed.

As I catch up to Tommy, he lets me take the lead. He lets me climb the small flight of stairs up to my particular condo. As I do just that, he follows behind. His steps are soft and thoughtful. I know without looking that he’s drinking in the view of me from behind — the way my ass moves and shifts as I climb the stairs ahead of him. I blush, feeling my pussy ache.

Just a little bit longer, I tell myself. Just a few more minutes, and he’ll be all yours. You’ll be all his, and you can finally turn all of this discomfort into pleasure. More pleasure than you’ve had in years. I continue to climb the stairs, feeling my heart rate and breathing escalate. I’m shaking as I reach up to hold onto the banister.

Finally, after what seems like a small, endless eternity, I’m at my front door. Tommy’s close behind. Though he sounds a bit winded from the exercise, he sounds more excited, with this as my backdrop, I reach into my pocket and grab that my keys. They are not immediately obvious to my fingers, but after a little bit of digging, I find them. Only to drop them on the concrete, as I try to bring the key to lock. That’s how badly I’m shaking. After bending down to pick up the keys — and feeling Tommy rub his hand up, down and all around my ass appreciatively — I manage to get us into my condo.

Once inside, all of the hunger and anticipation inside me break free. Before Tommy even has time to do the honors of closing my front door all the way, I start to strip. I take off my shirt and pants, throwing each item of clothing aside, as I descend into my sunken living room, where I plan to put myself or Tommy on display.