"Alex, where are we going?' she asked again as he turned the little roadster off of the main road and onto a side road barely wide enough for two vehi...les to pass each other before crossing over a rickety wooden bridge. Then he accelerated, shifting gears, his attention wholly on his driving, despite the teasing grin on his face that showed he had heard her and had no intention of answering her, at least not yet."You are as bad as Monique, you know that?" he said as they rounded a corner. "She. Anyone's pubic hair! I was playing with her's. At this point, Erica was playing with my cock.I was so into her pubic hair and inexperienced that I lost track of what I was doing. She took my hand and moved it down to her pussy. She helped me rub it in and showed me how to finger her. It was warm and wet and a feeling that I had never felt before.My cock was as hard as it was in the morning. Except there was one difference. Erica was stroking it faster and faster, and I was fingering her more. Can this day get any worse,’ I said, more to myself than to the hunk of a stranger in front of me. ‘I am sorry, Ma’am, are you alright? I didn’t see you there and no one walks this part of the woods at this time of day. I was going into town for some supplies and low and behold my pup got on my lap and I got distracted trying to move him over off of me. I really am sorry Ma’am.’ Dang. He had a nice voice one that had a hit of that country accent that women swoon over. It was that type of. For twenty minutes he talked to her about her trip until she relaxed and began to enjoy herself. Then he leaned forward and removed all feelings of being relaxed by giving her a command. “You will go to the restroom, remove your bra and panties, and carry them back to the table in your hand,” he said quietly, just above the noise around them. Her eyes widened with a combination of shock and excitement. A short time later she returned to the table, a ball of black lace mostly hidden in her hand.