As the limo pulls away from the curb I turn my attention back to Stacy. She is gazing out the tinted window alongside her and I can almost feel the excitement emanating from her body.

Soon the Bradley Hotel is far behind us and we are coasting through the city. I take the bottle of wine from the ice bucket on the drink rack and pour a drink for both of us. Stacy takes hers with a smile, brings the glass to her lips and takes the smallest, cutest sip I have ever seen.

“Thank you,” she says quietly.

She turns her attention back to the window and tries to gaze upward at the skyscrapers that pass by. This sense of wonderment and adventure that she always seems to display reveals her exploratory side, and this is somewhat of a turn on. When she first got in I had made a joke about the vibrator, but now I sit here wondering if she had indeed kept wearing it like I requested.

Something at the back of my mind tells me that she has.

I swirl the wine in my glass absentmindedly while these thoughts are in my head. Only her voice brings me back to this very moment.

“Where are we going?” Stacy asks.

“We’re going on an adventure,” I tell her.

Her eyes shine brighter. “Is it far?”

That depends, I think to myself. “Perhaps,” is all I say in reply.

She nods her head, almost for her own benefit, then she looks toward the partition glass separating us from the driver. “Is that one-way glass,” she asks.

“Indeed it is,” I tell her. “Soundproof, as well.”

She smiles. “That’s really cool.”

“I need this privacy for whenever I’m doing business calls on the road,” I explain. “Among other things.”

Stacy seems to mull this over. “Other things,” she repeats and lets her gaze fall back to the window at her side. I try not to stare at her but find the irresistible urge to take in her body while she is distracted. Suddenly, she turns to me and I draw my eyes from her plump chest and settle on hers as she speaks.

“Wait, where are we going? Look at my clothes!” Stacy says, only too aware now of wearing her maid outfit.

I laugh. “It’s fine, Stace, we’re only taking a drive around the city.”

“Oh,” she says dejectedly. “I grew up in this city, Mason, you know that. I’ve seen it before.”

I lean toward her. “But have you ever seen the best parts of the city, Stace? And in such a fine automobile?”

She gives the interior a quick glance. “Well, I don’t know, now,” she chides, “my dad has had lots of limos. Maybe not as big and fancy as this one. I mean, what is that thing?” She points toward a horizontal panel centered in the floor.

“It’s my escape hatch.”

She looks me dead in the eye. “You’re kidding.”

“No, really, it’s my escape hatch. I am a billionaire, after all, Stace.”

“You’re shitting me, Mason, I know that look on your face.”

“Okay, okay. You got me. It’s a television,” I say and pull my phone out of my pocket. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Stacy give just the slightest flinch at the sight of my phone. I quickly load the app I had created especially for my company limo and slide my finger on the screen. With an almost silent movement the floor panel unhinges and raises up and forward until its directly facing us, then the upholstered rectangle swivels around until a screen is facing us.

“Voila,” I say.

Stacy’s mouth is agape. “That is amazing,” she blurts out in laughter.

“It gets all the best channels, satellite feed,” I explain. “But…”

I press the button on the app again and the screen begins to fold away back to its original position. Stacy looks at me with a burning malice. “Hey,” she says, “I wanted to see it turned on.”

I shake my head. “Stace we’re taking a drive to view the city, not watch television in the back seat,” I say.

“Well,” Stacy pouts, “it would have been something interesting to watch when we’re stuck in traffic. Hey, why don’t you have cameras on this thing?”

“What do you mean?”

She holds her hands up in the air like I’m the biggest fool in the world. “You have the television, right? Why don’t you have, like, cameras on the outside of the limo or on the roof, so you can watch outside? A 360-degree camera on the roof would be amazing!”

I watch as she finishes talking then quickly sips on her wine. She is so excited for her idea she is practically jumping out of her seat. “Well,” I say quietly, “I never thought of that. But now I want it.”

“Right!” Stace says knowingly. “That right there would be amazing.” She sits fully back in her seat again and looks out at the passing cityscape.

We travel in silence for the next few minutes. I finish my wine and look to Stacy to find she is still cradling hers in her hands, her posture now slumped in the seat, her feet up, comfortable. From her furrowed brow she looks deep in thought but maybe, I realize, she is simply relaxed. Her breathing is steady and slow, her chest rises and falls in a lethargic rhythm; her swollen bosom bouncing ever so slightly with each movement.

“Would you like a top up, Stace?” I offer.

“No,” she smiles, “I’m fine. It’s way too early in the day to get even more than a little buzzed, you know?”

I set my glass down next to the ice bucket. “What do you want, Stace?” I ask her.

She cranes her head to look at me. “Want?”

“From life.”

She laughs loudly. “Oh,” she says. “How about everything?”

“Really?”

Stacy thinks about it for a long moment, taking the question seriously. “No,” she finally says, “not everything. But something. Anything? No, that’s not right. How about I want the bare essentials?”

“I’m afraid you lost me,” I tell her sheepishly.

She sits up in the seat, hands before her like she is trying to palpate something physical in the air. “I want a great job that I like, something where I can be the boss, and it has to have great money, great money,” she almost giggles as she speaks. “Something constructive, you know?”

“Creative.”

“Yes, exactly,” she almost squeals with revelation. “Publishing. Working with writers, that kind of thing. I think I’d be good at that.” A few moments later her demeanor turns sour. “Of course,” she says solemnly, “my dad wants me to take over the hotel business. As the only child, I guess I have to.”

“Family obligations…” I say.

She nods. “Yes, exactly… Well, let’s not talk about that, I don’t want my future outlook ruining this nice drive,” she says.

I agree and turn my attention back to the window. Through the gaps between the buildings, I can see the ocean beyond, the water an almost turquoise color under the late morning light.

Stacy shifts in the seat next to me and I turn my attention to her and find her staring at me. She quickly glances away to the floor then back to her own window. The allure of her body attracts me again and I find myself staring at every part of her. Slowly, I pull my phone out of my pocket, load up the correct app and run my finger across the slider graphic on-screen.

At first, Stacy doesn’t move, then she begins to squirm on the seat and she turns her head to lock her gaze on mine. Her lips part and her mouth opens only slightly to release the tiniest of moans. She continues to look me in the eye as I move the slider further, causing the vibrations inside her body to ratchet ever higher.

“Mason…” she begins to say but trails off when a particularly loud moan escapes from her mouth. She throws her head back, squirming crazily on the seat. Stacy sits forward suddenly, her finger pointing toward the divider.

I shake my head. “The driver can’t hear or see us,” I assure her. She smiles in return and locks her eyes on mine, the color of them burning into my memory. She tries to hold my gaze, her expression faltering as she tries to control the sensations the toy is giving her.

My penis grows hard as I watch her squirm. Stacy brings a hand to her mouth to stifle another loud moan, regardless. I reach out and place my hand on her thigh and her body convulses, her mouth open, bottom lip quivering, her head turned down, eyes looking up at me.

She subconsciously reaches for her breasts before pulling them away. “Be yourself, Stace,” I tell her and watch excitedly as she gingerly grasps at her bosom, massaging, playing. She has both feet firmly planted in the seat now, her legs supporting her body as she lounges back, her breath fast and staccato.

With a quick slide of my finger, I bring the toy’s vibrations down to zero. Stacy takes advantage of the downtime, her breath becomes more stable, enjoying the moment of peace from the pleasurable torture before she shoots me a disheartened look for taking away her stimulation.

“Come to me,” I tell her.

She does what she’s told, slowly at first, not feigning restraint but showing only that she is savoring it. For a few moments, she is on all fours as she crawls toward me, and I part my legs a little to give her room, shifting my feet further to the sides. She comes to a stop and I look down to see her hunkered between my legs, looking at me with an expectant glint in her eye that makes my penis twitch much more intensely.

“Good girl, Stace,” I say and bring my hand up to her face, caressing her cheek as my other hand slips down to slowly unzip my pants. I trace my thumb around her mouth, teasing her with a promise of more as I probe past her pursed lips. The feeling of her warm, wet tongue against my thumb sends a shiver throughout my body and I slide my hands into my pants and grip my throbbing member.

She doesn’t break her eye contact as she clasps both her hands around my wrist and leans forward, pushing my thumb all the way into her mouth. Even over the low sound of the limo, I can hear Stacy let out the quietest of moans while she slowly, methodically begins to suck on my thumb. She is gentle at first but it builds into a faster pace as she works my thumb in and out of her mouth, letting herself go with the moment.

That hot, wet feel of her mouth makes my penis rock hard in my hand and I squeeze it in anticipation before sliding my hand back out. I take one of Stacy’s hands in my grip and with no effort at all push it against the bulge tenting my pants.

As I slide my thumb from her mouth she looks toward her hand that rests against my crotch and I slide her fingers inside. Her flesh brushing against my shaft makes my penis go into overdrive and I let a moan escape from my lips when I feel her hand wrap tightly around the shaft.

With my hands placed on the seat either side of me, I watch and almost squirm with anticipation as Stacy wrestles my cock out of my pants. I can hear her almost gasp, her mouth moving, when it springs out, standing to attention before her.

“Good girl,” I tell her again.

Before she responds she has to break herself from the spell, forcing her eyes from gazing at my cock just to meet mine. “It’s so big,” she says quietly, her voice quivering inquisitively.

I simply nod in response and she wastes no time returning to admire my penis. Her fingers shift along the shaft, every movement causes pangs of sensation to fly through my nerve endings. I look down and the sight of Stacy Bradley between my legs with my cock in her hand as she explores every inch of it almost sends me over the edge.

“Open your mouth, Stace,” I tell her, grabbing my cock in my hand, pushing her fingers away.

Stacy looks up at me and then ever so slowly she opens her mouth and patiently waits as I bend my cock forward. The tip glances across her upper lip and the sensation is almost overwhelming, my heart beats ever faster in my chest. I watch her eyes slide shut as the tip of my cock slides into her mouth. She closes her lips around it and I have to bring my hands to the seat again as support when the sensation overwhelms me.

I let out a loud moan and she looks up at me again, the sight of Stacy on her knees with my cock in her mouth so intensely erotic I almost lose it right at this moment. Slowly she begins to work her mouth on the tip of my cock, sliding it in and out, her full lips rubbing across just the right areas that make my PC muscle contract in sync. I try to gauge her mindset but this is answered for me when I hear her moan loudly as my cock slips out of her mouth momentarily before she leans into it again, taking it deeper.

She takes it slowly at first, each time she pushes down she takes just a little bit more of my cock into her mouth until soon I can feel my shaft in her throat. All the while she continues to keep her eyes locked to mine as if she is making sure I know that it is Stacy Bradley sucking my cock.

I push my hand through her hair as she goes down again, taking my cock deeper still until her nose is nuzzling against my belly. She holds it there for several seconds before slowly withdrawing. I watch as my cock slowly appears from out of her mouth and when it is cleared I can see tiny strands of saliva rope in the air between her mouth and my shaft.

“That is so fucking good, Stace,” I tell her, and mean it.

She smiles. “Thank you,” is all she says before swallowing half my cock into her mouth and begins to tongue the tip with varying lashes and licks and massages.

The pressure builds, the feeling of my cock in her mouth, the sight of Stacy on her knees pleasuring me with such rampant abandon pushes me over the edge. I lean forward and grab her head in my hands and hold her steady as I moan loudly. I come hard into her mouth, feeling my penis constrict and pump in varying cycles.

Stacy still does not break her eye contact, staring into mine as I look down, her head in my hands, half my cock in her mouth. She withdraws carefully until she is sitting back on her hunkers.

Her mouth is closed, her lips glint wetly in the light. She gives me a big, tight-lipped smile and then I can see her throat move as she swallows.

I run my hands through my hair and try to regain my breath.