Chapter 87

Then, he got out, unzipped the side pocket on the carry on and pulled out the short skirt he had folded up that was a bit short, but still a skirt. Reaching through the window he handed it to her, winked playfully, and headed out with a wave to catch his flight.
His kiss, and his cupping of her slickness, claiming her, reminding her of her place, left her flushed and ready for so much more --- and he was leaving. “It’s yours, sir ... all of me ... is yours. Of course, I will take care of, what’s yours...” she moaned as he touched her one more time before leaving. Her mind was imagining what she could do with his credit card ... discarding one idea after another - clothes had little meaning for her right now ... perhaps a massage ... or a wax treatment...
Realizing he had given her permission to ‘enjoy’ herself, perhaps as much as she liked, as long as she called out his name, she looked up at him, blushing, but eyes bright with excitement. “I will, I promise, I can’t wait until you text ... or we talk tomorrow...” She took the skirt, laying it on the seat next to her as she unhooked herself. Looking around carefully, she slid the garment up her legs, raising her hips quickly, before opening the door and moving around to the driver’s side. A quick wave goodbye as he turned just before moving out of sight, and she was alone.