Just as with their arrival, the maitre d’ thanked them both for coming and invited them back anytime. Cindy never saw Joe pay for the meal. Whatever magic he possessed over this restaurant was a mystery, and one that she hoped she would get to see again. The car was waiting outside with the door open. Cindy was assisted into the car and then Joe joined her on the other side. When they were buckled the driver pulled away.

Cindy had forgotten about the driver. While it was a luxury, it also felt like being a teenager and having a chaperone. During the drive Cindy struggled to make small talk that would not tip off the driver to her dirty desires. Cindy did not fully understand their dynamic yet, and after so many slip ups she felt it safer to let Joe carry the conversation. He kept the small talk going, in a light and simple way. Cindy kept looking back and forth between Joe and the driver to make sure the driver did not suspect anything. Cindy realized the rearview mirror only gave the driver a view back at them around head level. The driver could not see lower.

Cindy decided it was now or never and she was ready to take the risk. She slid her hand over and discretely placed it on Joe’s hand while he was talking. He did not skip a beat, but kept up the story he was telling. His hand was strong. The warmth of his skin felt good in hers. She liked touching him, but she wanted more. Cindy turned her head and looked out the window in hopes of keeping the charade intact for the driver. Without looking, Cindy curled her fingers around the far side of Joe’s hand and pulled it toward her. His hand willingly followed. She glanced back at him, laughed like she had been listening, and smiled. She asked him a vague question about London, then lifted his hand, and placed it on her thigh. He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze and proceeded to talk about London. With her other hand, Cindy pulled up the hem of her dress a few inches allowing her leg to swing closer to Joe. She guided his hand down to the inside of her thigh, and then left it there. She removed her hand and crossed her arms in front of her, leaving Joe’s hand alone on her inner thigh. She wanted to see what he would do next. While he continued to tell his story, he discretely squeezed her inner thigh, dragging his finger nails up along her sensitive skin. Cindy rocked her leg ever so slightly side to side, making Joe adjust to keep up his contact with her soft inner thigh. This gave him the alternating sensations of being pulled towards her, and then his hand pulling her legs open.

Cindy looked out the window again, and then to the driver. The driver showed no sign of concern about the back seat occupants. Cindy looked over at Joe, smiled, and discreetly pulled the hem of her dress up farther. Joe noticed this dress adjustment, but he did not move his hand from her inner thigh. Cindy decided he needed another nudge. She put her hand on his forearm, made sure he clearly felt her grip, and then slowly pulled his arm back. Joe’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh until it reached that stopping point that Cindy had been hoping for. There was no more thigh to explore. The side of Joe’s hand was now nestled against the outside of her warm, wet folds. She took a deep breath and looked out the window again, trying her best to maintain her poker face to the eyes in the rearview mirror.

Joe continued to repeat the slow squeeze and release of her inner thigh, except now the side of his hand and last finger were pressing against her labia. He pushed the folds back and forth, feeling all the textures and morsels of flesh slip beneath his touch. Cindy was certain she was as wet as she had ever been, making Joe’s hand easily slide back and forth, spreading the slick juices from side to side. Cindy moved her other leg closer to the door, opening herself up as much as possible, and giving Joe all the access she could. That warm tingle was beginning to swim around inside her, gaining a little more energy with every pass of his hand.

Cindy asked some questions about Joe’s country house, and started rocking her pelvis back and forth, trying to lift her hips up and invite him inside. But, as much as she tried, the seat belt was preventing her from offering more. Joe talked about his country house, and pulled his hand out of the depths a little bit, allowing the side of his finger to travel up her center crease until he could feel the firm little nub hiding inside. He extended and curled his finger over and over, working it side to side between the folds, until it was deep between them and directly touching her clit. He swirled her clit back and forth, pushing it around and letting it spring back to center. Cindy closed her eyes and focused on the pressure building deep inside her. The tingle was starting to focus and connect her clit with her inner core. She didn’t know if she would be able to keep her orgasm silent, but she was about to find out.

Then Cindy felt the car slow down and come to a stop. She was so close, but now the silence in the car focused everyone’s attention back to her. She looked outside and realized they were in front of her house. The ride was over. Joe’s hand was still.

Cindy took a deep breath, allowed her heart rate to slow just a touch, and turned to Joe. “Well, I had a wonderful evening.” she said. “Thank you so much. It really was…amazing.”

“It was my pleasure, really.” Joe replied. “You shared so many wonderful things with me, I know I’m going to enjoy spending more time here.”

Joe slowly withdrew his finger from Cindy’s vulva, dragging the length of his finger across her clit, and pulling one labia wide open as he retrieved his hand from her body. He was careful not to let the wet juices on his little finger be wiped off on her thigh or on the car seat. That finger was now sacred, and would be protected until such time as he could discreetly bring it to his mouth and savor Cindy’s delicate cream.

Cindy was now very aware of the scent of sex in the air. Specificallly, her sex. She had been fingered almost to orgasm and there was no denying the aroma of her generous fluids. Joe proceeded to get out so that he could open her door, but Cindy did not wait. She did not want to be in the car with only the driver and have to face her knowing glance. Even if the driver had not seen anything, she could certainly now smell the evidence. Cindy let herself out and met Joe on the sidewalk.

“Thank you again.” he said. “For a very memorable night.”

Joe extended his dry hand for a very dignified, yet safe, hand shake.

Cindy put her hand in his. “Tell me.” she said in a formal but messy tone. “When you were on the phone during the auction. Why did you ask the bartender to have me turn around? Were you bidding on me because of my ass?” Cindy squinted at him with a ridiculously fake scowl, like a private detective who was just about to solve the case. Clearly the wine and the ride home had bolstered her confidence.

“I never asked the bartender about your… body, or to have you turn around.” Joe said somewhat shocked. “I only asked the bartender if she thought you would be willing to go out to dinner with me.”

“None of this?” Cindy asked, motioning her finger up and around in a circle.

“No. None of that.” Joe said flatly.

“Well. That little bitch. I am going to have to give her a piece of my mind the next time I’m at the club.” Cindy stated, finalizing the issue. Changing to a more sincere tone she continued, “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

Cindy pulled herself against him, gave him a one armed handshake hug, and whispered “I hope I get to see you again some time.” Cindy gave Joe a quick kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away she patted the small lump in his coat pocket. “You take care of yourself now.” she said with a sly smirk.

Cindy turned and walked to her front door. The wine gave her ass a little more wiggle than usual, and she knew it. When she had the door unlocked and stepped inside she waved back to Joe, who waved and then returned to the car.

Cindy hopped on one foot then the other, removing her shoes. She peeled the dress off as she stumbled to the bedroom. Shoes and dress. That’s all there was. She had lost a bra and two knickers today, yet she was pretty pleased with the results. She flopped down naked on her bed, pulled her magic wand out from under one of the pillows, and clicked it on. The familiar hum was soothing to her ears. She was long overdue for some quality time with her wand. Lying on her back she brought the wand down between her outstretched legs, and began to rock it up and down over that special spot. She pressed the enthusiastic hum against her flesh, in that way which always delivered results.