I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.

Once I reached the quiet forest roads I relaxed slightly, but the idea that I had nothing to cover me should anything happen was thrilling. It was just me, my body, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing over me. I felt so alive, and the orgasm I had later in the privacy of my home was tremendous. I wondered if I would ever feel the need for a man again; my car and my dildo gave me everything that Tony ever had, and they asked for nothing in return, except the odd fuel stop and a new set of batteries.

So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.

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“Where are you?” it said.

I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the room and one more person taking a seat didn’t attract her attention.

“On my way,” I typed.

A few seconds later there was another buzz. “Hurry up. I’m horny.”

I almost laughed out loud. Katherine had never been short on libido, and after a couple of glasses of wine… well, I knew what she had in mind for the evening. The bar was on the top floor of our hotel so we could be in our room within five minutes, but I figured I had some time to tease her.

“I don’t know. I’m tired,” I typed, “The conference went on and on.” I pressed send. The reply was almost instantaneous.

“The flight went on and on too,” Katherine replied, “But that’s no excuse.”

Katherine had flown in to join me at the end of the three day conference. Most delegates had just gone straight home, but I thought an extra couple of nights away would be fun, especially since the company was paying for my flight and the hotel room.

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before the next message arrived. “How long until you get here?” it said. Katherine really was in the mood.

“About 15 minutes,” I lied. I watched her throw her phone onto the table in exasperation and take another sip from her wine glass. Again, I almost laughed out loud.

“Might go straight to bed,” I sent with a smirk on my face. I looked up to see a waiter standing in front of me ready to take my order.

“Erm, can you do an Old Fashioned?” I asked him. Bzzz went my phone, dancing across the table.

“Si, signor,” the waiter replied. Bzzz went my phone again.

“NO!” said the first message.

“Me first. Then bed,” said the second.

“You’re that horny?” I typed.

“Yes,” was the almost instant reply.

“And you want me?”

“Yes!”

“To suck on your nipples?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Between your legs?”

“Yes!”

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