The Submissive Drive

She looked nervously out the window and off into the distance as the furnace of desire within her grew by the moment. Time was running out as the car sped towards the airport. She yearned for his touch, just one more time.He glanced over momentarily and their eyes met. She saw it again, just as she?d seen in glimpses earlier, that glint, that something that just made her want to submit. His presence and his vibe very much called to the submissive in her. The impulse to put her head against his thigh, even while he was driving, was almost impossible to resist.She knew the rules coming into this. They were meeting as friends. No physical Küçükyalı Escort contact beyond hugging hello and goodbye was going to be accepted unless he initiated more. He is so fucking patient, she thought to herself abruptly. The moment was about to slide away and she was becoming anxious with questions circling within her mind like vultures of doubt. They squawked, He doesn?t want you, over and over again. It was taunting her, but in reality, it was her own self-doubt, something he?d done so well with helping her conquer. She didn?t notice it at first, his hand against her forearm, crawling towards Küçükyalı Escort Bayan her hand. Looking down in disbelief, she then looked up at him, finding his soft brown eyes ablaze with something she?d not seen all day. He gave a knowing look and returned his attention to the road.His hand crept under hers. His warmth enveloped it and set her ablaze in indescribable ways. She ached to hold his hand, to feel the warmth of it, and him, the entire day. This felt so right.Their fingers intertwined with his on top of hers. Knotted, he squeezed them and it was all she could do to suppress a moan. He Escort Küçükyalı lifted her hand together with his and found the hem of her dress at her knee. Just the brush of their combined extremities and the pads of his fingers electrified her skin. She couldn?t suppress it this time, and a loud gasp escaped her lips.That was short-lived as he guided her hand to her soft white panties, molding her fingers to her panty-clad and dripping pussy. ?You?ve been such a good girl today. So very good.? He paused momentarily, gazing back at her. ?I?ve seen it in your eyes, on your skin, that incessant need. That itch you?ve been dying to scratch.?He moved his index finger on top of hers and pressed the fabric into her drooling snatch, which elicited a much louder moan.?We are about two or three minutes away from my dropping you off. Show me how perfect you really are and make yourself cum for me. Right here, right now??