And then Malcolm’s hand moved back up her side up to her shoulder It pushed down her arm, sliding the crop top with it. Alison felt the air on her chest, and the thrill of being exposed, even in this private booth. She shuddered. Malcolm’s hand continued pushing at the material and she lifted her hand obligingly as he pushed the sleeve off. Then, with his other hand, he pulled at the other sleeve, tugging it downwards, all the time teasing at her lips with his tongue. He felt her tremble in the seat and he broke off the kiss, pulling at the sleeve of the crop top as he sat back. Alison felt it slide over her hand and Malcolm crumped it up beside him, out of her reach.

She tried breath steadily, slowly, but she could see her bare chest shuddering. She longed for something to cover herself, but she longed to be touched too. She jumped as Malcom replaced his hand on her thigh. He took another sip of his drink.

“Do you think…” Alison was surprised she managed to even start a sentence, “Do you think you’ve got many more business trips lined up? Maybe I could recommend some stories for you.”

Malcolm smiled. “Next month, I think,” he said. And then, as if absent minded, he slid his hand along the top of Alison’s thigh and over her waist. The fold of fabric fell to one side. He stroked the other thigh, pushing the last piece of her skirt away as his hand moved. She trembled again, willing him to move his hand between her legs, although she might explode even without that touch.

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I was used to cruising naked through the neighbourhood by now; it had become much less of a thrill. Yet, as it had a few times before, as the last set of lights turned to red and I was forced to slow and stop I felt the butterflies rise in my stomach at the idea that maybe someone would walk past and happen to glance into the car. No-one ever did as there was nowhere worth walking to, but the thought was excitement enough.

This time, though, there was something that hadn’t happened before and I heard and felt a large SUV pull up in the lane alongside me. At least I was on the inside and hidden behind the door, but I felt myself sink low in my seat, hoping that the driver’s high position wouldn’t let them see down into the car. I kept my left arm straight on the steering wheel, doing everything I could to block any possible line of sight to my bare breasts.

Then, I heard a voice.

“Penelope? Is that you?” It was a voice I vaguely recognised.

I turned around. “Andrew? What a surprise!” Yes, what a surprise, for both of us, potentially. I forced a smile, as much to mask the terror I felt.

Andrew was someone I’d worked with a few years back and, not only that, someone I’d spent a lot of time flirting with. There was even the time when we’d slipped out of the office party and exchanged, well, maybe a little more than a kiss, but only a little. It was fair to say that at that time I would choose what to wear based entirely on trying to catch Andrew’s eye during the day. But then he hooked up with someone called Jennifer and I’d had to change my ideas of us two getting together. I think it was only a few months later that I’d met Tony. I remembered the time that the four of us had bumped into each other in a restaurant: icy atmosphere doesn’t even start to cover it.

I’d last seen Andrew over a year ago, but he was still as handsome as I remembered. Not only that, but for the first time he wasn’t clean shaven for work, and the hint of dark stubble made him look even more the man I had wanted. I felt a tingling between my legs and suddenly my confidence rose. After all, wasn’t a naked woman in a sports car a better sight than any man could dream of?

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