Norman lurked by a private side entrance for a few minutes until he returned to the front, accompanied now by a woman.
“Oh, bingo,” breathed Tilly. “Norman’s playing away with one of the staff here.”
“You don’t know that,” Calum said. “She could be a long-lost sister.”
Tilly took photographs of the pair as they crossed the darkening forecourt to Norman’s car. “Where next?” she wondered aloud. She handed her camera to Calum and started the car.
“Actually, this is quite exciting, even if it is risky. They’re going left at the main road… looks like they’re heading out of town. Follow that car!”
She obeyed, keeping three other cars between them and their quarry, knowing that, unless they meant to visit the quiet park on the outskirts of town, they must be planning a journey into the countryside.
Houses and shops gave way to open fields on the unlit road that led to the next town, ten miles distant. Tilly turned up the music and accelerated, loving the freedom of the open road and the knowledge that a sexy man occupied her passenger seat. His hand was still on her thigh, weighing her down, keeping her grounded in her exhilaration.
Halfway along the road, Norman took an obscure right turn. She slammed on the brakes and pondered his motivations.
“Where are they going?” she whispered to Calum. “There’s nothing down here but the Forestry Commission car park.”
Calum chuckled, a little wickedly. Tilly gave him a curious look.
“What?”
“Haven’t you heard about that place’s reputation?”
“Reputation?”
“Lover’s lane.”
“Oh!”
“Seems like you had it right. Our Norman’s up to no good.”
In front of them, the tail lights of Norman’s car glowed red. Then the brake lights joined them and a left turn indicator flickered in the gloom.
“That’s where they’re going,” said Tilly, suddenly aghast at being faced with the reality of the situation. “Oh God. Melinda wants pictures.”
“Go on then. Left. We’ll have to park up with them. Don’t worry. I don’t suppose they’ll care what we’re doing.”
Tilly let the car crawl over to a spot three spaces away from Norman and his escort. They weren’t the only vehicles in the car park. Three more lurked in the gloom, steamy windows lowlit while they rocked and bucked.
Despite the darkness, Tilly was easily able to make out the outline of the woman from the DIY store in the passenger seat. She was twisting around, so Tilly was presented with the back of her head. Then she saw Norman’s eager hands appear at her sides, his fingers pushing into the woman’s coat-clad upper torso.
“They’re kissing,” Tilly hissed, setting her mobile phone to camera mode. “I can’t use the flash, can I? This’ll probably come out too dark.”
“Norman’s going to see you.” Calum leaned over the gears to take hold of her shoulders. “Don’t watch him so blatantly.”
“I have to watch him. That’s what I’m being paid to do. Oh, they’re putting the seats back.”
“Does this car have reclining seats?”
“Mmm, yes. Why? Oh, he’s taking off her coat. He has a hand up her jumper. He’s sort of climbing on her. I don’t think much of his technique.”
“Do you think I could offer him lessons?” asked Calum laconically.
“Maybe. He’s got the jumper off now, and…I think…he must have got her skirt out of the way somehow.”
Calum’s hands, which had been massaging Tilly’s shoulders, moved around in front to cup her breasts.
“What are you doing?” Distracted, she tried to fend him off but he was too strong.
“We need to look as if we’re here for a reason,” he murmured into her ear. “Don’t we? Otherwise they might cotton on to us.”
“I suppose…that makes sense…” she said, her breath shortening as Calum found her nipples and plunged his mouth down on the unprotected softness of her neck. The mobile phone suddenly seemed more slippery than an eel, sliding around between her shaking fingers. She tried another photo, conscious that all the image would probably reveal would be blur and fuzz.
“Stop taking photos,” mumbled Calum into her flesh. “They won’t come out. I’m sure your word will be enough for your client.”
One of his hands began to slope down towards the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them.
“Calum…” She used all her strength to try and keep focused on the fornicating couple in the other car. “He’s taking off his trousers.”
“What a good idea.” Calum’s fingers breached her knicker elastic, wriggling down against the tight confines of the cotton and denim, beating a path to her door.
“He’s…I don’t know…it looks like he’s eating her boobs.”
“Perhaps he’s hungry. I know I am.” Calum growled and took a huge mock-bite of her neck, simultaneously wedging a fingertip between her pussy lips.
Tilly squirmed and bucked her hips upwards, caught between the need to escape and the desire to stay right where she was.
“Calum,” she moaned. “This is unprofessional.”
“Are you calling me an amateur?”
“No…it’s…inappropriate…oh God, just there, yes, that’s it.”
He chuckled. “What could be more appropriate than feeling you up in a lovers’ lane? I think it’s pretty normal behaviour.”
She couldn’t answer, too busy panting and moving her head from side to side while her eyelids fluttered. He’d homed in on her clit and was showing it no mercy, fingering her thoroughly while Norman and his lady love shagged like bunnies a few feet away.
“They’re fucking now.” Calum interspersed his words with juicy kisses. “He’s on top and she’s got her legs up in the air. I think she just kicked the ceiling. The window’s steaming up a bit but…yeah…she’s pinned down, full of his cock. The man’s giving me ideas.”
Calum eased Tilly’s jeans and knickers down until her bottom met the smooth leather of the car seat.
“Get those knees a bit wider,” he whispered. “I want to see that shiny wet cunt of yours.”
“They might see…” She began to object, but realised mid-sentence that this thought was the wildest turn-on of all. To be caught wide-open and full of Calum’s fingers…she leaned her head back and let him have his devilish way.
“I think we’ve seen enough. Now I’m going to put this seat back, lay you down and fuck you until you scream loud enough to alert the emergency services. Okay?”
The question was unnecessary. She was already scrambling out of her jeans and fidgeting with the seat-tilt mechanism.
He took a firm hold of her wrist and kept it out of the way while he adjusted the seat to its horizontal setting. Then he was upon her like a swarm of sex locusts, straddling her in seconds and crouching low over her, his face lit by a gleaming victory smile.
“Oh God,” was all she could say. “You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?”
He put a hand between her thighs and patted her sex, making her clit jolt, setting off showers of sparks with each contact. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I do, I do, just get on with it before anyone sees.”
“Before anyone sees?” He unbuckled and lowered his trousers. He put his hands beneath Tilly’s bum cheeks and squeezed, shuffling closer with stiff cock at the ready. “Sees what?” He took a condom from his shirt pocket and began donning it with savage efficiency.
“Sees you…and me…together.”
Calum’s chest pressed down on Tilly’s—tango style, she thought—and he got a good grip on her shoulders, preparatory to the first hard thrust of his cock.
“Sees me on top of you, you mean? Sees you pinned down and full of my cock? Sees you getting a good, hard fucking in your car where anyone can come and take a look? Is that what you’re saying?” He glided inside her, her wetness assisting him.
She whimpered. “Yes,” she
barely whispered.
“Would that be so bad?” he mused before setting off on a window-steaming, dashboard-rattling ride, cock hammering hard and fast while Tilly felt herself melting and mashing into the sticky leather.
“I…don’t mind,” he panted. “I don’t…care who knows…that you’re mine.”
“Oh.” Tilly’s groans spurred him on. She offered him her neck, which he feasted upon as he worked her. At either side of her face, she could see the muscles and sinews in his forearms flexing and knotting with each thrust. She could not see beyond his body, sexy and salty and damp, enclosing her in this tight dark space.
The air was humid now and the windows opaque with condensation. The leather creaked and the footboard thumped and her body filled and bloomed with sensation, pouring into her unstoppably. It really didn’t matter if they were seen. If the local paper headlined tomorrow’s edition with TILLY TURNER FUCKED IN A CAR BY CALUM THE TANGO MAN - PICTURE EXCLUSIVE!!! she would be proud to own herself the woman in the story.
There was nothing in her life now but the hard, steady thrust of his cock and the answering stretch of her pussy, shuddering with rapture at each sweep of her nerve endings. He hit the spot and she kicked out at the steering wheel, dislodging the indicator so that it clicked on and off as she moaned out her climax.
“Oh fuck,” groaned Calum, jackhammering until the force of his orgasm wrung him out and he collapsed, boneless and melting, on top of her.
It was a while before Tilly was compos mentis enough to wipe across a steamy window and check on Norman. He had gone.
* * * *
“So, are you coming to my class again?” Calum smirked over the bottle of red wine that stood between them on the bistro table.
“I’m not sure tango’s for me,” said Tilly, needing another gulp of burgundy to settle her nerves. It had been that kind of day.
“Oh, I think it is.”
“Actually, I’m not sure this job is for me either. Breaking the bad news to Melinda earlier was just awful. I hate having to tell people things that are going to upset them. I just don’t think I’m hard enough.”
“I am,” purred Calum, his booted foot halfway up Tilly’s thigh.
“Ugh, Mr. Sex-on-the-Brain, can we talk about something else for half a second?”
“Okay.” He removed his foot, contrite and serious now. “I’m sorry. That must have been horrible for you.”
“It was. She cried. And that made me cry. I really don’t want to make a living out of trying to seduce other women’s men either. It’s just so sordid.”
“So what are you going to do instead?”
“You know, I really have no idea. I’ve never wanted to do anything else apart from detective work, but since I’m too short to join the police force—”
“Stop, stop, stop, rewind. What did you just say?”
Tilly put the glass back down on the table with a plonk. “I used to want to be a police officer.”
“No, the reason you gave for not joining up.”
“I’m too short.”
“But you aren’t.”
“Yes I am. Five two is too short.”
“No, it isn’t. The police got rid of the minimum height requirement years ago.”
“They…didn’t. Did they?”
Calum laughed disbelievingly. “Unless the man I used to work with was lying when he said he’d joined up. He was five foot five. Under the old rules, a man had to be five foot eight.”
“And a woman five foot four,” she said, light dawning. “Are you serious? I’ve been held back in life by my own wrong information?”
Calum’s mouth twisted sympathetically and he took hold of her hands. “It looks that way. But cheer up! You can go and get hold of an application form tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping you. Though I’m sure you realise that police officers have to deliver a fair amount of bad news as part of the job.”
“Well, yeah, but I’m going to be a detective! Not a uniformed officer.”
“Oh, no uniform? Bit of a shame.” He winked. “Do detectives get handcuffs?”
Tilly batted a playful hand at Calum’s head. “Back to sex again. That didn’t take long.”
“Doesn’t matter anyway,” he said. “I’ve got handcuffs of my own. The fur-lined variety. Come back to my flat and I’ll show you, officer.”
Cuffed to Calum’s headboard, her legs spread wide while her lover ran a vibrator over and over her clit, drawing out helpless orgasm after orgasm, she couldn’t help but think that something was wrong with this picture. Wasn’t she supposed to cuff him? But it was all too delirious, too delicious to question, so she didn’t bring the matter up.
“When you’re a police officer, ma’am,” he whispered, replacing the vibrator with his tongue and directing his hot breathy words between her pussy lips, “you’ll need someone to take the pressure off at the end of a long shift. After taking thieves all day, you’ll need someone to take you. I think I could do that. What do you think?” His long wet tongue began to make firm upward strokes between her thighs.
“I…know…you…could,” juddered Tilly.
He stopped to ask, “So are we on, then, Tilly? For something a bit more long-term?”
“I am if you are,” she rushed out, desperate to get him back to work down there.
“Good.” He moved back in, sampling her juices, tasting her wares.
“I might even…learn to dance,” she said rashly.
Would she regret that commitment? Lying back and arching her spine beneath the onslaught of his ravishing tongue, she thought that, on the whole, she would not.
About the Author
Justine Elyot is a UK based writer of erotic romance and erotica. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies from Black Lace, Cleis Press, Xcite and Constable & Robinson. Her first full-length book, On Demand, was published by Black Lace in 2009.
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