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 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 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 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…”

He took his hand off hers and returned it to the wheel.  A slightly disappointed ‘oh’ eloped from her lips at the loss of his touch.

“You haven’t much time, you know,” he added in a cool, dulcet tone.

Damn his calm demeanor, she mused to herself as her body melted at the thought of his serene affect hiding a raging hard cock… for her.  She shook her head and refocused on the moment.

“May I touch your needy pussy or do I need to stay over my panties?” she asked evenly.

“You’ve been so good. You do what you need to do, but you have less than two minutes left now.”

She knew it would not take much and her fingers dove into her sopping cunt as her thumb brushed her swollen clit. Her need-slicked skin seemed to vibrate and simultaneously melt below her fingers. The syrupy sounds of her fingers, rhythmically cycling in and out of her, echoed within the small cab of the jeep. This acted as a censer wafting her need, her sweetness, thick in the air, further tantalizing his heightened senses. His mouth and lips grew dry as he licked them and uncharacteristically stole a glance.

His discretionary loss of discipline went unnoticed. She was much too lost within herself, within the moment, consumed by her need to cum, for him. This moment engulfed her world and before she knew what was happening, she was rapaciously cumming.

Her eyes were welded shut, her body shook and her breath caught deep within her throat.  Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed over her as the tension of the ride melted into a blissful relaxation as her body softened.  Her eyes opened, finding those familiar eyes laced with a comforting smile awaiting her.

“You are so incredibly fucking perfect, you know that, don’t you?”

She preened despite the aftershocks of the moment still reverberating within her.

“I’m perfect for you, Sir… I’m yours,” she proudly responded, beaming.

He smiled and simply responded, “I know.”

The car stopped and she looked around a bit dazed but recognized the drop-off area for her airline.  He was already out and opening the door for her, having already snatched her bag.  The hug that came next was something she’d crave each and every day until the next time they met.

And just as he went to pull away, he unexpectedly drew her back into a tight embrace. His stubble found her neck and soon after, a kiss and nibble on her ear set her soul on fire. The two words that he whispered afterward did something much more profound...

“My perfect girl.”