“I’ll pick you up on Friday wearing this lot and fuck you in the car park!” I smirked. Hubby gave me a strong kiss as he climbed out of our car ...nd got his bags from the back. Closing the door he smiled as he made his way into the airport terminal. I climbed across the console, almost thinking of sliding my shaved slot over the manual gearstick and took my position in the drivers seat. Clicking the seatbelt into position my coat was still open, I drove out of the drop of point and made my way. At thirty-three I am five feet eight inches tall and weigh 127 pounds with a 35B-26-36 figure. My breasts, perhaps because they’re not huge, don’t sag a bit and my nipples jut slightly upward, especially when erect. I have a flat abdomen, probably the result of running track in high school and college. My ass is round and firm; my pussy is waxed with only a slender landing strip of neatly trimmed dark brown hair above. Just now as I removed Samuel’s shirt and slacks my pussy had tiny. My back rested on a metal table, much like an operating table. I was naked, and still horny, though also scared; my hands, ankles, and neck were all encompassed by metal, which held me down to the table.Oh, God, I thought, slightly delirious, I'm going to die. Perhaps an hour passed, and I felt I would go insane. The flat, white walls played tricks on my eyes and mind, making me think the room was shrinking and expanding all at once. To my surprise, though, part of the wall disappeared, and two. That few awkward seconds where you either look away or brazen it out. I brazened it out, watching for a reaction. he smiled and nodded. I took that as a maybe.. maybe.. he understood. I hope he did because I sure as hell didn't. He kept looking and I smiled back each time. It was like time was standing still. He drank his coffee, picked up a paper, and walked by me heading through a door which was in the corner of the café. Well, I thought, nothing ventured nothing gained. So, up I got and.