I can’t help but get a giddy little

I can’t help but get a giddy little thrill just from a simple text. I feel like I’m in high school again.
Yup, just about to finish though.
I’ll come get you. I can’t wait any longer. Been thinking about you all day.
Now I’m grinning ear to ear. I’d forgotten what fun it was to flirt via text.
All right, if you want to.
See you soon.
It’s not long until I’m stepping out into the mist, bringing my jacket around me closely, while Bram pulls up in his Mercedes.
“Get in, beautiful,” he tells me after putting down his window. He looks so dapper in his suit, I almost have to pinch myself that he’s here to get me.
I slide on into the Mercedes. “Brrrr it’s cold out,” I say, rubbing on my arms.
He leans over and flicks on the heat. “You know, you’d think growing up in Scotland, the drizzliest, dampest, wet crotch of all places would have prepared me for San Francisco but I don’t know how you people do it. Your seasons make no sense.”
“Tell me about,” I say, still feeling the chill. Wearing a skirt doesn’t help but he puts his broad, warm hand on my thigh and presses down.
“You’re cold as ice,” he notes. “You should have had a few shots of Scotch while you were waiting for me.”
I tell him I wasn’t waiting long. Then the car pulls off of Van Ness Avenue and starts heading toward Golden Gate Park. “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t say anything. I look over at him and he’s grinning in the dark and his hand is sliding further up my thighs.
I squirm as the hairs on his arm tickle my sensitive skin. At the same time I can’t help but part my legs, wanting to give him easier access.
“Where are we going?” I ask again, my breath hitching as his fingers push aside my panties and slink their way between my folds. I know I’m wet already. My body gives this man the most immediate reaction. Even the way he says “fuck” gets me going.
“I’m going to take you for a little ride,” he says. There’s a husky undertone to his voice that drives the message home.
This is all still so new to me. I try not to dwell on my insecurities – does my breath stink after that shift, am I wearing a matching bra and underwear, am I going to be any good? The car revs, the vibrations going right through me and I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.
I’m actually close to coming – his fingers have skill and my body has no patience, not with him – but he brings the car to the side of the road going through the park. In any other circumstances I’d think he brought me here to murder me. Or I would have been afraid of the riff raff and secret society that breeds in the park after dark. But I know Bram won’t hurt me and I know I’m safe pretty much anywhere with him. He knows how to take care of himself pretty well.
“This is a bit creepy,” I still say to him. “Great place to hide a body.”
“Great place to shag a body,” he says, turning the car and the lights off until we’re enveloped in near darkness, and twisting in his seat. I hear his seatbelt come undone. “I’m not taking any chances after what happened in IKEA. Now, I’m getting in the backseat and you’re going to get in right after.”
I don’t make any attempt to argue. He gets out of his seat and walks to the back. He opens the door and sits down, undoing his belt and zipper. In the dim light from a nearby streetlamp I can see the length of his hard cock as he takes it out.
Jesus. He’s just fucking ready for this at any time.
“Are you going to get back here and suck me off or what?”
Wow. Okay. First the cock makes an appearance, then his filthy mouth.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Even though it’s fun, it’s still nerve-wracking. I feel so silly playing the role of the sexy minx and it’s apparent that’s exactly what he wants from me.
I open the passenger door, get out into the cold air and then open the back one. I’m about to step inside when he says, “Strip.”
“What?” I say peering into the car at him. His eyes gleam with desire and control.
“I said, strip. Take it all off, now. Then get in the car and put my cock in your mouth.”
I blink. I can’t tell if he’s role-playing or not, but he sounds dark and commanding and not at all the happy, grinning Bram that had picked me up. To be honest, it makes my nerves stand on edge.
“Bram,” I tell him.
“Do as I say.”
I sigh and then start to take off my jacket.
“Slowly,” he says.
“It’s freezing out.”
“Do it slowly,” he grinds out. “And I promise to take it slowly with you.”
Well, at least I can’t turn my nose up at the reward.
So I slowly remove my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor of the backseat. Then my tank top until I’m just in my bra.
“Gorgeous tits.” He nearly growls. “Jeans next.”
I take off my boots and socks, then slide down my jeans until I’m just in my bra and panties, standing by the side of the road. No one has driven by yet but that doesn’t mean they won’t. The air is nipping at my skin, making it buzz and the grass underneath my feet is cool and wet. I feel like I’m slowly becoming alive again.
Then I look down. My bra and underwear do not match whatsoever. You would think I would have remembered the cardinal rule I used to follow when I was younger – when sleeping with a guy, always make sure your bra and underwear match. That and always carry mints or gum on you, don’t wear too sticky lip gloss and make sure you exfoliate every inch of you, even when you don’t think you’ll get lucky because those are usually the days that you do.
“You’re a damn goddess, you know that?” he says. His voice is so rich and deep, it could command me to go streaking down the road right now and I’d probably do that. “Remove your bra.”
I reach behind me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them, making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending a hand in turning me on.
“Now, your knickers,” he says.
I slide them down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the time.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car. Slowly.”
It’s good timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.
“They’re gone. Get your fine arse in here.”
I slide on in, the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room. Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip and for some reason it makes my mouth water.
He rubs his thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans back, holding his cock tight around the base.
“Just lick,” he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend you’re molasses.”
I get as comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge. He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.
“You like that, do you, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cum?”
I nod and lick him again, this way going back down.
Now he’s groaning and pushing his cock up against my tongue. “You know what they say, the worse something is for you, the better it tastes.”
I give him a sly look, pausing just to say, “And I know you’re bad for me.”
“Very bad, and yet, oh so good.”
I lick him fully and completely, all the way around.
“Now put your lips over the head and just suck on the tip. Slowly.” I do as he says but his hand goes to my hair and he grips it hard, tilting my head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to look at me while you do.”
Shit. Eye contact has never really been my thing, especially during sex, but if it turns him on then I want to see it on his face. I stare at him with lustful eyes and he watches me right back. His gaze is intense, primal, consuming.
Finally he breaks it, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the seat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”
I pause, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Do you want me to keep going?”
He shakes his head, breathing heavily. “No,” he says huskily. “I want you to flip around so you’re on all fours. Your arse facing me.”
Well, okay then. I hesitate but he raises his chin and looks at me, those eyes gleaming with so much desire that I find myself getting wet all over again. Just a look, just a suggestion and I’m all his.
“So fucking perfect,” he says. His voice is beyond guttural I can almost feel his vibrations. I’m a ball of nerves and temptation as I feel him shift from behind me and place his hands on either cheek. “So bloody ripe.”
“Ouch!” I cry out. Did he just bite my ass?
“Sorry,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s taking a lot to not eat you whole. But I can’t hold off for much longer.”
He begins to massage and grip my skin then I feel the long, warm wet snake of his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower.
Instead, he spreads my cheeks apart and I flinch, not prepared for that.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a good thing going on here.”
To him, maybe. But I can’t relax, not when I feel a wet finger slide down my crack, probing in a place that should never be probed.
“Relax, Nicola,” he says again. “Trust me.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku tidak bisa membantu tetapi mendapatkan sedikit kegembiraan gamang hanya dari teks sederhana. Aku merasa seperti saya di sekolah menengah lagi.Yup, hanya selesai meskipun.Aku akan datang untuk mendapatkan Anda. Saya tidak sabar lagi. Pernah berpikir tentang Anda sepanjang hari.Sekarang aku menyeringai telinga-telinga. Aku sudah lupa apa yang menyenangkan itu adalah untuk bermain-main melalui teks.Baiklah, jika Anda ingin.Sampai jumpa lagi.Hal ini tidak lama sampai saya melangkah ke dalam kabut, membawa jaket saya di sekitar saya erat, sementara Bram menarik di Mercedes nya."Mendapatkan, indah," dia memberitahu saya setelah meletakkan jendela. Dia tampak begitu rapi di suit, aku hampir harus mencubit diriku sendiri bahwa dia ada di sini untuk mendapatkan saya.Aku meluncur ke Mercedes. "Brrrr dingin keluar," Aku berkata, menggosok pada lenganku.Ia bersandar atas dan film pada panas. "Kau tahu, Anda akan berpikir tumbuh di Skotlandia, drizzliest, dampest, basah selangkangan dari semua tempat akan telah mempersiapkan saya untuk San Francisco tapi saya tidak tahu bagaimana kalian melakukannya. Seasons Anda tidak masuk akal.""Ceritakan kepadaku," saya mengatakan, masih merasa dingin. Mengenakan rok tidak membantu tapi ia meletakkan tangannya yang luas, hangat di pahaku dan menekan turun."Kau dingin seperti es," dia catatan. "Anda harus memiliki beberapa gambar dari Scotch sementara Anda menunggu saya."Aku katakan padanya aku tidak menunggu lama. Kemudian mobil menarik dari Van Ness Avenue dan mulai menuju Golden Gate Park. "Mana kita pergi?"Dia tidak mengatakan apa-apa. Aku melihat ke arahnya dan Dia menyeringai dalam gelap dan tangannya geser atas pahaku.Aku menggeliat sebagai bulu-bulu di nya lengan menggelitik kulit sensitif saya. Pada saat yang sama aku tidak bisa membantu tetapi bagian kaki saya, ingin memberinya akses yang lebih mudah."Mana kita pergi?" Aku bertanya lagi, napas hitching sebagai nya jari mendorong samping saya celana dalam dan menyelinap jalan antara lipatan saya. Aku tahu aku sudah basah. Tubuhku memberi orang ini reaksi paling cepat. Bahkan cara dia mengatakan "bercinta" mendapatkan saya pergi."Aku akan membawa Anda untuk naik sedikit," katanya. Ada nada husky suaranya yang mendorong pesan rumah.Ini semua masih begitu baru bagiku. Saya mencoba untuk tidak tinggal pada ketidakamanan saya-apakah saya bau napas setelah itu bergeser, am mengenakan pencocokan bra dan pakaian, saya akan menjadi lebih baik? Mobil revs, getaran akan tepat melalui saya dan saya bersandar kembali di kursi saya dan memejamkan mata.Aku benar-benar dekat dengan kedatangan-jarinya memiliki keterampilan dan tubuh saya tidak memiliki kesabaran, tidak dengan dia- tetapi dia membawa mobil ke sisi jalan melalui taman. Dalam keadaan lain saya pikir dia membawa saya di sini untuk membunuh saya. Atau saya pasti sudah takut riff raff dan masyarakat rahasia yang melahirkan di Taman setelah gelap. Tapi aku tahu Bram tidak akan melukai saya dan saya tahu saya aman pretty much manapun dengannya. Dia tahu bagaimana untuk mengurus dirinya sendiri cukup baik."Ini sedikit menakutkan," Aku masih mengatakan kepadanya. "Tempat yang bagus untuk menyembunyikan tubuh.""Tempat yang tepat untuk bercinta tubuh," katanya, mengubah mobil dan lampu off sampai kita sedang diselimuti kegelapan dekat, dan memutar di kursinya. Aku mendengar sabuk pengaman akan dibatalkan. "Saya tidak mengambil risiko setelah apa yang terjadi di IKEA. Sekarang, saya mendapatkan di kursi belakang dan Anda akan mendapatkan di tepat setelah."Aku tidak membuat setiap usaha untuk berdebat. Dia keluar dari kursi dan berjalan ke belakang. Dia membuka pintu dan duduk, melepas nya sabuk dan zipper. Dalam cahaya yang suram dari streetlamp terdekat saya bisa melihat panjang kokang keras saat ia mengambil.Yesus. Ia hanya sialan siap untuk ini setiap saat."Apakah Anda akan kembali ke sini dan mengisap aku atau apa?"Wow. Oke. Pertama ayam membuat penampilan, maka mulutnya kotor."Saya akan di sana," Aku katakan padanya, mencoba untuk menjaga suara dari gemetar. Meskipun hal ini menyenangkan, itu masih saraf-wracking. Aku merasa begitu bodoh memainkan peran perempuan cabul seksi dan jelas thats persis apa yang dia inginkan dari saya.Aku membuka pintu penumpang, keluar ke udara dingin dan kemudian buka kembali satu. Aku akan melangkah dalam ketika ia mengatakan, "Strip"."Apa?" Saya mengatakan mengintip ke dalam mobil kepadanya. Matanya kilau dengan keinginan dan kontrol."Aku berkata, strip. Bawa semua off, sekarang. Kemudian masuk ke dalam mobil dan meletakkan ayam jantan saya di mulut Anda."Saya sekejap. Saya tidak tahu jika ia adalah memerankan atau tidak, tapi dia suara gelap dan komandan dan sama sekali tidak bahagia, menyeringai Bram yang telah mengangkat saya. Jujur, itu membuat saraf saya berdiri di tepi.“Bram,” I tell him.“Do as I say.”I sigh and then start to take off my jacket.“Slowly,” he says.“It’s freezing out.”“Do it slowly,” he grinds out. “And I promise to take it slowly with you.”Well, at least I can’t turn my nose up at the reward.So I slowly remove my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor of the backseat. Then my tank top until I’m just in my bra.“Gorgeous tits.” He nearly growls. “Jeans next.”I take off my boots and socks, then slide down my jeans until I’m just in my bra and panties, standing by the side of the road. No one has driven by yet but that doesn’t mean they won’t. The air is nipping at my skin, making it buzz and the grass underneath my feet is cool and wet. I feel like I’m slowly becoming alive again.Then I look down. My bra and underwear do not match whatsoever. You would think I would have remembered the cardinal rule I used to follow when I was younger – when sleeping with a guy, always make sure your bra and underwear match. That and always carry mints or gum on you, don’t wear too sticky lip gloss and make sure you exfoliate every inch of you, even when you don’t think you’ll get lucky because those are usually the days that you do.“You’re a damn goddess, you know that?” he says. His voice is so rich and deep, it could command me to go streaking down the road right now and I’d probably do that. “Remove your bra.”I reach behind me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them, making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending a hand in turning me on.“Now, your knickers,” he says.I slide them down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the time.“That’s right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car. Slowly.”It’s good timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.“They’re gone. Get your fine arse in here.”I slide on in, the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room. Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip and for some reason it makes my mouth water.He rubs his thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans back, holding his cock tight around the base.“Just lick,” he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend you’re molasses.”I get as comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge. He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.“You like that, do you, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cum?”I nod and lick him again, this way going back down.Now he’s groaning and pushing his cock up against my tongue. “You know what they say, the worse something is for you, the better it tastes.”I give him a sly look, pausing just to say, “And I know you’re bad for me.”“Very bad, and yet, oh so good.”I lick him fully and completely, all the way around.“Now put your lips over the head and just suck on the tip. Slowly.” I do as he says but his hand goes to my hair and he grips it hard, tilting my head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to look at me while you do.”Shit. Eye contact has never really been my thing, especially during sex, but if it turns him on then I want to see it on his face. I stare at him with lustful eyes and he watches me right back. His gaze is intense, primal, consuming.Finally he breaks it, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the seat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”I pause, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Do you want me to keep going?”He shakes his head, breathing heavily. “No,” he says huskily. “I want you to flip around so you’re on all fours. Your arse facing me.”Well, okay then. I hesitate but he raises his chin and looks at me, those eyes gleaming with so much desire that I find myself getting wet all over again. Just a look, just a suggestion and I’m all his.“So fucking perfect,” he says. His voice is beyond guttural I can almost feel his vibrations. I’m a ball of nerves and temptation as I feel him shift from behind me and place his hands on either cheek. “So bloody ripe.”“Ouch!” I cry out. Did he just bite my ass?“Sorry,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s taking a lot to not eat you whole. But I can’t hold off for much longer.”He begins to massage and grip my skin then I feel the long, warm wet snake of his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower.Instead, he spreads my cheeks apart and I flinch, not prepared for that.“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a good thing going on here.”To him, maybe. But I can’t relax, not when I feel a wet finger slide down my crack, probing in a place that should never be probed.“Relax, Nicola,” he says again. “Trust me.”