One For The Road

After our shower, Jason quickly put on his clothes and went downstairs to buy me something to wear. I watched as he disappeared from the room, wondering what kind of outfit he would pick out for me this time. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

When he returned, he had a mischievous grin on his face as he handed me a small bag. I opened it up to find the shortest dress I had ever seen. It was a deep shade of emerald green and was covered in intricate lace detailing. I couldn’t help but laugh at his choice, knowing that Jason loved to push the boundaries when it came to fashion.

“I should have known you would pick out something like this,” I teased, rolling my eyes at him. He just shrugged and winked at me, clearly pleased with his selection.

I slipped into the dress and marveled at how it hugged my curves in all the right places. Despite its short length, I felt surprisingly comfortable in it. When I was finally ready to go, I turned to Jason and said, “Let’s go.”

But when he looked at me, his eyes widened in surprise. I furrowed my brows, wondering what had caught his attention. His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he finally spoke.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Jason breathed, his voice filled with admiration. I felt a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his words.

I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his endless compliments. “Thank you,” I whispered, feeling a surge of affection for him.

“Ready to paint the town red, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine in a quick, sweet kiss. My heart fluttered at his touch, and I felt myself getting caught up in the moment.

But before we could walk out the door, I heard Jason say, “One for the road?” Confusion flickered in my mind for a second, before he swiftly picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter. My dress rode up to my waist as he unbuttoned his pants, revealing his rock-hard erection.

My gasp of surprise turned into a moan of pleasure as I felt my arousal spike at the sight of his cock. Without a second thought, I spread my legs wide, eagerly inviting him in. His urgency was palpable as he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me with a primal need.

The sensation of his cock plunging deep into me sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight as we moved together in a heated rhythm. It was fast, passionate, and utterly intoxicating.

When he was done, Jason gently picked me up again and carried me to the bathroom. Placing me back on my feet, He tenderly wiped my pussy clean, followed by his own cock. There was a tenderness in his actions that belied the raw passion we had just shared.

With a quick kiss, we left the penthouse and made our way underground parking, where the cab was already waiting for us. The night was young, and the promise of adventure beckoned to us as we set off for a night of clubbing and revelry. I felt a sense of excitement bubbling in my chest.



As we sat in the backseat of the cab, the intense chemistry between Us was palpable. The dim lighting and the soft hum of the engine were the perfect backdrop for our passionate kisses. Our bodies pressed against each other, craving each other's touch. I could feel the heat building between us, every caress sending shivers down my spine.

I could sense Jason's desire growing with each passing second. His hands were eager as they roamed my body, igniting a fire within me. I knew that we were both on the verge of surrendering to our desire, giving in to the temptation that was building between us. But as much as I wanted him, I knew that we had to exercise some self-control.

Just as his fingers were about to delve into the depths of my pussy, I gently pushed his hand away. His eyes widened in surprise, a mix of hurt and frustration reflected in them. I could see the question in his eyes, the longing for an explanation. And as much as I wanted to give in, to throw caution to the wind and lose myself in him, I knew that we had to wait. We couldn't risk getting caught in the act, not in the back of a cab.


I quickly straightened my dress, trying to regain some semblance of composure. I could feel Jason's gaze burning into me with frustration. But before he could say anything, the cab driver pulled down the compartment between the front and back seats. I could see the knowing glint in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the situation we had narrowly avoided. Jason flashed him a charming smile, thanking him for his discretion.

As we continued on our journey to the club, the tension between us was visible. The desire that had been simmering just below the surface was now a raging inferno, threatening to consume us both. I could feel Jason's gaze on me, a silent plea for an explanation. And as much as I wanted to lose myself in him, as much as I craved the touch of his hands on my skin, I knew that we had to exercise some restraint.

We arrived at the club, the pulsating music and flashing lights serving as a stark contrast to the intimate moment we had just shared in the cab. Jason opened the door for me, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. As we stepped out onto the sidewalk, I could feel his gaze burning into me, a silent promise of things to come.