This is something I wrote a long time ago. I spent an hour or so revising it, turning it into a synthetic purse, but to do better I would need to spend more time on it. It is written using an unusual point of view, third-person omniscient, which may seem unusual when you read it, although the plot couldn't have been done any other way. I hope you enjoy. THE LIMOUSINE RIDE - PART ONE CHAPTER ONE The driver of the black limousine eased the car carefully out of the basement carpark and onto the rain slick street. He adjusted the wipers to clear the persistent drizzle that had been falling for several hours. The streets were grey and sombre as he switched on the headlights of the big car, he didn't want to take any chances with a black car in the rain. Pedestrians clutched umbrellas as he waited at the traffic lights, some staring at the long limousine, half as big again as any other car on the road. It was built to carry celebrities, dignitaries and heads of State. Although he knew the way, the driver programmed the satellite navigation system for his current location and his first stop. Then he pressed a button on the system and the navigation screen switched to a view of the rear compartment, looking at the far rear seat. He smiled in satisfaction as the lights changed and he quickly returned the system to navigation mode. He cruised through the city traffic and was soon on the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge. THE harbour bridge. The opera house was to his right, but traffic prevented a view of the famous landmark. In any case, the day was too murky for sightseeing. He turned off the highway when he reached the wealthy suburbs of the north shore. He expertly manoeuvred down some side streets until he found the house he wanted. He double parked beside some smaller cars and waited. The man came down the steps to the street, shut the gate behind him and stood by the car. He was immaculately dressed in a dinner suit, white shirt, red bow tie and matching red handkerchief in his top pocket. The driver was waiting; he quickly opened the rear compartment door to allow the man to enter. The passenger pressed the microphone. "To the airport driver,” he instructed. The driver started the engine and made his way through the maze of narrow winding streets until he finally reached the harbour tunnel and pointed the car south towards the airport. Again he checked the navigation screen; the man was clearly visible as he fidgeted alone in the great expanse of the rear of the limousine. They emerged from the tunnel, the driver noticing that the rain was easing. The freeway system built for the recent Olympic games led them to the airport terminal in no time. Ignoring the no parking signs, the driver knew nobody moved this big car on, he pulled up in front of the terminal. The driver quickly opened the rear door and the man immediately went to a woman who was standing, waiting. The driver discreetly eyed her; she was tall, slim with long auburn hair, looking delicious in her slinky long black dress. She took one step forward to his passenger and they embraced, the driver aroused by the way the slit in the side of her dress exposed her leg to the top of her thigh, the discreet exposure of shapely stocking-clad leg sexier than the briefest bikini on the hottest of days. To top it off she had a gold chain hanging loose around her waist and a matching chain on her ankle. The man held her hand while they climbed into the rear compartment. The driver stowed her luggage in the cavernous boot before returning to his seat and waiting. "Mercure hotel, Railway Square. Take the long way, around Bondi. Take it slow and gentle." The driver smiled to himself, he knew the way to Bondi well enough. "It's been a long time my darling," the man said. "Too long." "I've missed you David." "I've missed you like you wouldn't believe. Champagne?" "Please." David opened the fridge and removed a half-bottle of Champagne and two chilled flutes. He placed them into the glass holders and then he carefully removed the stopper and filled the glasses. "To us," and he handed Kellie one of the glasses. "To us and our time together." "Will he be watching your room?" "He could be, we mustn't take chances." David pressed the microphone switch again. "Take us around Darling Harbour for some sightseeing." David smiled at Kellie. "We can see out, but no-one can see in." "No-one?" she asked, smiling. "No-one," he replied. "Let's get comfortable." David put his glass down, and then took her glass and placed it on the table. He slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her arm around his shoulder. They embraced, they kissed, a deep passionate kiss. A kiss of lovers separated, a kiss that never seemed to end. A kiss that made their forced separation recede into a distant memory. He felt his heart beating fast, this was it, together at last. The most wonderful woman in the world in his arms again. "Let's get comfortable," David said while he removed his jacked and started to undo his tie. Kellie followed his lead and unclasped her chain. She turned her back toward him and he unzipped her. Awkwardly she struggled to remove her dress while David was already down to his underpants. He flattened his thickening cock against his stomach and removed the last of his clothing while Kellie was down to her black stockings. She reached down her milky thighs. "No," he said. And she smiled like she knew. David knelt in front of her and Kellie struggled to get comfortable, one foot on the floor and one leg lengthwise on the back seat. David gently ran his fingers through her trimmed red hair. He dived back in, running his tongue around her womanhood, feeling her hands holding his head. He ran his tongue over her lips, drinking in her delightful love juices, enjoying her delightful feminine scent. Ravishing her, stimulating her. He eased two fingers hand inside, feeling for her special spot, he knew how much she loved this. At the same time he rubbed the side of her clit with his thumb. So sweet was her taste he couldn't help himself, he ran his tongue around her special place again, feeling the delightful folds of her pussy while still pressing inside. Kellie lifted herself off the seat, straining every muscle to force herself against his face. He concentrated on tonguing her pussy, rubbing her over and over again while arousing her special place inside. He kept it up, tongue and fingers. Suddenly he felt her muscles tense, a little moan and a small gush of fluid over his hand. She slumped back on the seat, her smile clear proof of her satisfaction. Meanwhile the driver pressed a button on the navigation screen while he waited at a set of traffic lights. He saw the pair of them naked, she was sitting on the seat and he was kneeling between her legs. Satisfied, he concentrated on the road when he heard the traffic around him start to move off. ”Darling, it’s been too long," she said. “The only satisfaction I get these days is on my own." "Is he that bad?" David asked. She screwed her face up. "You can't imagine, three minutes and it's all over." "No um…?" "No, just a little cuddling and then…" She paused, looking at him. "Fuck me," she said. She turned around and knelt on the wide seat, bracing herself by holding the headrests. He stood behind her, leaning forward for headroom, getting as close as he could before easing himself inside her, feeling her delightful wet tightness devour his hard manhood. Feeling her glorious pussy take him. Despite the confines he was able to manage things quite nicely, holding the roof with one hand and her hips with the other. The movement of the car highlighted the sensations. Every now he had to brace harder when the car moved over a bump or around a corner, before resuming his thrusting. He watched her reach back with one hand, and then he felt her fingers on her clit. She rubbed herself and deliberately glanced at his balls every now. 'Three minutes,' he thought, ‘I'll show her three minutes”. The time slipped by, David mesmerised by such sensational pleasure after such a long time apart. He wanted this to last forever, and yet he wanted to come inside her too. In two minds, the sensations won, he was going to fuck her as long as he was able. He felt her rubbing herself faster while he fucked her harder, admiring her perfect body spread before him, the glorious curves of her hips, her narrow waist and her flowing red hair. "Oh fuck," she cried and David felt her, muscles tightening and contracting. That was too much, he felt that lovely tingling sensation, the precursor to ecstasy. The car was stationary in traffic; he held her hips tight with both hands, faster and faster, closer and closer. "Yes," he cried as the first wave of pleasure rushed through him, his come deep inside her. Again and again he thrust, each thrust another wave of pleasure, intense, immense. And again. And again. Slower and slower. And then he was done. The car was moving again when he pulled out and collapsed on the seat opposite. She turned around and kissed him. "You were wonderful my darling." He felt his heart pounding, orgasm with Kellie was always more intense than any other woman he had been with. She sat beside him and held him tight, nestling into the nape of his neck. Naked and dishevelled they held each other in the rear of the huge car. For a good five minutes they cuddled in silence, the only sound that of the traffic around them. He realised time was slipping away. "More champagne darling?" he asked "Yes please." David topped up the two glasses. Kellie smiled while David sensed the ridiculous situation. Naked and sweating in the back of the car, the distinctive smell of sex overwhelmed the scent of the leather. They sat; Kellie rested her head on David's shoulder while she sipped her champagne and he hoped this ride would never end. David glanced out of the window, the familiar scenes of Chinatown gliding by, soon they would be at the hotel. "We better dress, we haven't much time," he said. In the awkward confines, they struggled to clothe themselves, David helped Kellie with her tight dress before concentrating on his own suit and tie. He checked the mirror, adjusting his tie and brushing his hair. Kellie clipped the gold chain around the outside of her dress. The two of them relaxed on the leather seat as the car glided it's way toward the hotel reception. Kellie gently kissed David just before she left the car, making sure she immediately closed the door before anyone could see in. The driver grabbed her luggage and followed her inside until the concierge took the suitcases. The driver checked that she was standing in the queue to check in before returning to the car. "My place driver." For the second time that day, the driver wound his way through the city streets onto the Harbour Bridge, the traffic heavier while he retraced his route. Soon the passenger had been returned to his house and the big car was safe in the underground park. He reached into the glovebox and released the recorder. He removed the memory stick and put it in his top pocket. He locked the car and went inside the office. A tall man was waiting. "Have you got it?" the man asked him. "Yeah, right here," and the driver patted his pocket. "Is it good?" "Good? It's better than good." "Mr Evans will be very pleased." CHAPTER TWO Kellie had returned from shopping and was about to make herself a cup of tea when she heard a forceful knock on the door. Checking the safety chain was fastened, she opened the door a crack. "Who is it?" she asked. "Mrs Evans. We have something to show you." “You must be mistaken, wrong room...” “We’ve something you must see.” “I don’t let strangers into my room.” “You must see this.” "You’re being ridiculous," Kellie replied indignantly. "What could you have that I must see?" "Well, if you don't want to see it, I'm sure your husband would." "What is it?" she asked sharply. "A recording." "Recording?" "A recording of a car ride, the back seat of a limousine actually. Recorded yesterday." Kellie immediately felt her heart skip. My God, yesterday. "Come in," she asked weakly. She unhooked the chain and let the two men into her room. One was tall and the other looked familiar. "Aren't you…" "Yesterday’s driver. Call me Matthew, and this is my partner Sean." Sean had a small video recorder under his arm. Quickly he connected it to the television set, tuned the set to the correct channel and pressed the play button. Kellie sat on the bed and watched as the slightly distorted view of the limousine interior came into view, she saw David and herself. Sean cued the recorder forward a few minutes and then resumed the replay. Although the picture was a little dull, she saw herself naked on the seat, David bent over her, it was clear he was fucking her. She looked away. "Don't you want to see more?" Matthew asked innocently. "No thanks, I've seen quite enough. Why’re you two here? What do you want?" "We have a proposition Mrs Evans, or should we call you Kellie? You need to come with us." "Why should I come with you?" "Maybe we will show this to your husband instead, you know how jealous he is." "You leave my husband out of this." "We know that given your, um, age difference, he was unsure whether your affection was truly genuine, whether his personal assistant really did fall for her boss. Something like this would convince him otherwise. And that would never do, would it?" "No, I suppose not," she sighed. “Just give me a minute.” She slipped on her red shoes, grabbed her handbag and followed them out of the room. They stood each side of her while they went to the lift, Matthew admiring her. This time she was all red, long tight red dress, red shoes, red handbag. And that chain around her slim waist. He glanced down. Red stockings and the ankle chain. This was some woman, no wonder Mr Evans was worried about her. Downstairs, they found a waiting taxi and Matthew gave the address to the driver.