Sofie
The floor of my room is now barely visible. I’ve pretty much thrown most of my clothes down after I tried them on. I’m facing that age-old dilemma women face whenever going out: I have absolutely nothing to wear!
If Oliver had given me more time, I’d have gone and bought that fucking tight hot red number I saw in my favorite shop a week ago. The slit up the side of the leg is to die for.
Alas, he only gave me an hour.
With barely anything left in the wardrobe, I need to make a decision soon. What the fuck will I wear? And why am I so fucking nervous?
Excited. I decide I’m excited, not nervous.
My body feels as if thousands of butterfly wings are caressing me. Perhaps I should have a cold shower before I slide my curves into something short and tight?
A buzzing noise reminds me it’s less than twenty minutes till pick up time.
Time to get my fucking skates on.
I frown.
Does it really matter what I wear? With any luck, whatever I chose to cover me would not stay on me long once I arrive wherever Oliver is whisking me away to. I just need to look presentable and maybe a bit delicious. Maybe I’d pick something that’d make me feel sexy…
My eyes find a little black dress. It’s strapless and very short. I mean it’s so short it barely covers my fucking ass. If I wear it, there’s no need for bra and slip. In fact, wearing a bra and slip would mean I’d over dress.
Decision made. I slither into the black number.
I turn a few times in front of the mirror and am pleased to see that if I bend forward just a little, whoever’s looking at my ass gets a good view.
What the fuck was happening to me? I giggle. Good girl Sofie’s on leave of absence. Bad girl Sofie was taking over for the evening.
Good girl Sofie would never fucking dream of fucking not two, but three of the fucking hottest guys you could feast your eyes on. Good girl Sofie wouldn’t agree to give one of the bosses of Biokin a blowjob on her first day in his department.
Just thinking about that day has my pussy throbbing.
Fuck. I’m getting hot just fucking thinking about those Greek gods I’ve caught myself.
The doorbell rouses me from my daydreaming. I grab my black stilettos and head for the door.
When I catch a glimpse of the limo, I catch my breath.
No fucking way.
A young, rather good-looking man, in uniform is smiling at me.
“Ready?”
I see from the look in his eyes he’s taking in the bit of black fabric barely covering me.
With my heart beating a little faster now, I nod.
“After you, madam,” he says and bows.
For a second, I hesitate. But then I throw caution to the wind and walk to the fucking hot pink limo waiting for me.
I know that as I’m walking, my dress rides up a little and the driver gets to feast on my ass.
To my own surprise, I don’t give a fuck. Everybody can stare as much as they want. If anything, the attention just fuels my confidence.
He opens the door for me and I’m sure his grin is wider than it was before.
“Thank you,” I smile and hop in. In the process, my dress rides up a little further.
When I sit down, the young man is still standing where he was, and I can see a bulge in his pants.
Was my behavior cruel?
I dismiss the thought. As good-looking as he is, I’m sure there’s some girlfriend who’ll get lucky tonight.
I catch his eye.
His look’s pleading with me. It says something like ‘please let me get a taste of your fucking hot pussy.’
I shake my head a little, giving him the ‘no fucking way,’ look in return.
With sad eyes, he slams the door shut and gets on with his job.
By the time the limo pulls onto the road, I’m pouring myself a glass of champagne. I can’t believe the inside of this thing. Everything’s fucking pink. I feel a little like Cinderella going to the ball.
At first I’m not sure what the insistent ringing is about, but when my driver tells me it’s the in car video call. I immediately accept the incoming call.
On the internal television screen, I can see Oliver’s smiling face.
“Let me feast my eyes on you, you gorgeous thing,” he says and without me doing anything his face disappears into the top left hand corner.
He’s now the size of a domino and the rest of the screen is filled with my body.
My jaw drops to the ground.
Fucking amazing.
“That’s better,” he says and I think he’s smiling. He holds out his drink. “How about we start the night with a drink.”
I toast him.
“Cheers,” I revel in the sensation of bubbles dancing across my tongue. The coolness of the liquid like a fire extinguisher for my burning insides.
“Now then, Sofie,” he continues. “How about a little show for me on the way?”
Bad Sofie loves to hear those words.
I rest my glass in the holder on the pink leather seat and lean forward.
“Exactly what do you want me to do?” I lick my lips and wait for instructions.
“Mm, let me see…” mumbles Oliver and as I wait for him to continue, I turn over on the seat.
I’m kneeling on it and I reach upward, stretching myself cat like.
The gasp from the call lets me know he’s seen I’m not wearing any panties.
“Do my eyes deceive me or are you really not wearing any panties?”
I turn around a little and shake my head.
“Fuck, Sofie,” he growls.
My hands travel down my body and up again. My dress rides up even more, now half exposing my ass.
Without an invitation to do so, I stick my ass out at the camera. The hem of my dress is now up near my hips.
My hands move to my ass and start massaging each butt cheek. Then my hands hover before I pull them apart.
“Fuck,” Oliver grunts and I can hear heavy breathing.
I turn over and pout.
“Don’t you like what you see?”
I think he’s rolling his eyes but I’m not sure.
“Don’t fucking stop now,” growls Oliver and I chuckle.
My dress is ridden up the front as well, and reveals my Brazilian.
On the spur of the moment the other day, I decided to visit one of those fucking beauty salons and get myself one. I’m glad now that I went with that impulse.
As Oliver takes in my new look he makes a sound, which could be a grunt, growl or howl. It’s too hard to tell. All I know is that he’s going crazy about this little show.
“Fuck, Sofie, you better fucking get here soon or I’ll explode.”
I giggle. Bad Sofie is really enjoying this.
In a flash, I pull my dress off and thrust my chest toward the camera.
All I can now see is my tits on the screen. I start squeezing them and pinching my nipples.
“Don’t forget to use your fingers for your fucking pussy as well.” Oliver’s voice is rough.
My right hand continues with my rock-hard nipples. My left hand wanders to my pussy. I’m so fucking wet already I might come before Oliver gets a chance to help me.
For a minute or so, I let my finger move in and out of my pussy before I let my index finger paint a trail with my own juices upward. I stop at my fucking tits and draw little circles before I move the still wet finger into my mouth.
Now I lick and suck on it until I release with a loud pop.
“Fuck, Sofie. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Ohhh,” I coo. “Poor little Oliver got a little trouble he needs to fix?”
He shakes his head.
“Just fucking do that again,” he commands.
And so my finger goes back to my pussy to scoop up more juices. For extra effect, I let my other hand join in as well, so this time I put two fingers into my mouth to fucking suck on them.
I’m so fucking horny, I’m pleased when the limo comes to a stop. If the drive was going to be any longer I think I would have had my first orgasm without Oliver.
“Stay where you are,” commands Oliver. “And don’t put your clothes back on.
This in itself makes me only fucking hornier.
The door opens and Oliver appears in its opening.
“Ready?”
This really was bad Sofie in action, scurrying naked up the driveway before disappearing inside Oliver’s house.
Good Sofie would never ever dare to fucking do this. Good Sofie wouldn’t have fucking played with herself in the car, nor would she ever have had sex with two blokes at the same time.
But being good is fucking highly over rated.
“You ready?” Oliver is grinning from ear to ear. “It’s fucking show time.’
I nod, not exactly sure what the fuck he’s talking about.
Of course I’m fucking ready. Whatever it is, I just need to have it. I’m so fucking ready it almost hurts.
Oliver opens a door and I follow.
My eyes take in the scene.
There’s a camera set up and a naked Eli lying on a fucking huge king-size bed.
Eli’s rock-hard already. Had he been watching the video call?
The penny drops.