You smile. “It might not have been fair but it was oh so good, and a smart boy would have found a place to pull over by now.”

The speedometer hits 87 and I find the next exit. There is a parking lot to a major supermarket. I pull into the back of the parking lot, trying to stay out of the light, but not really caring all that much. I stop the car and undo my seatbelt, and you slide my shorts down and straddle me. I take the back of your head and pull you to my lips, and we meet in a deep kiss. Your hand finds my hardness and guides me in. You move slowly. Your silken wetness surrounds me. Your hips gyrate and roll. My hips are moving with yours, meeting your every move. You lean back with your arms behind you, pushing your breasts out, your hard nipples pointing straight at me, your hands holding onto the steering wheel behind you to give you leverage. You start moving up and down on me hard and fast, the slap of our bodies colliding in the cab of the car. My eyes are wide open, watching your breasts bouncing in front of me as you slide up and down. The build-up from watching you next to me in the car and now you moving up and down is too much, and I explode deep inside of you. You fall forward and my arms wrap around your back as I try to catch my breath. You lean back and give me a small kiss and a smile and move back to your seat.

You smile.  “Home, Jeeves.”

I start the car, you take my hand and we cut through the night finding our way back to the bright lights of the city.

“Well, I don’t have any other clothes,” you say with a little smile but I can tell there is a hint of hesitation.

“Tell you what.  I have the world’s most comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, and it is a documented fact that I make the world’s best waffles so don’t you worry your pretty head and come in.” I smile and take your hand.

“Ooooohh. With an offer like that how can I refuse?  But you have to promise me you’ll follow through.”

I squeeze your hand a little tighter.  “I promise, and I even promise that you will love the waffles.”

I park the car and lead you inside. We change out of our clothes and into warm sweats and t-shirts and crawl into my bed, where you lay your head on my chest.  My arms wrap around you and we drift away.