It's a rush, running out to the sleek vehicle parked streetside. The streetlights are out, leaving the road to be illuminated by the suddenly purring sedan's headlights. Ever the gentleman, his jacket made for an expensive shield from the persistent drizzle. Sliding on to butter-soft passenger seat that's vibrating softly with the barely contained power beneath the hood. It's comfortable to say the least.
A little sigh breathed from her lips when her door shut. This was happening, they were really doing this. She wasn't being logical, or practical. But she couldn't deny that it felt good. The driver's door opened and admitted her companion smoothly. With careful aim the wet jacket ends up in the rear, bringing him within a hairs breadth. More deliberate is his next move. The black slacks she wore were a scant barrier between his skin and hers as he reached for the low glove box. Familiar heat ignited in the pit of her belly at the light touch. Where's the nearest motel? Was her knee jerk response. But no, she needed to maintain some level of control here. Taking the offered map, she unfolded it partially. "Head west, toward the coast." She decided after a moment.
They were an hour and a half away, less if he drove like she knew he would. Pulling her phone from her purse she searched and scrolled for a few moments as the car began to move. Smiling impishly her left hand made its way to his trouser pocket . Sliding inside, it grabbed the smooth leather of his wallet, returning the light touch suggestivly. A shiny black Visa made its way out as she hit dial on the phone.
"Hi Sherrie, I'm looking to make a reservation. Tonight. Mhmm. King, please. Ooh, that sounds perfect, yes. That won't be an issue. Mhmm." There was a pause, and then she read off the numbers embossed on the card. "That is correct. Mhmm. Sounds good Sherrie, we'll be seeing you in an hour or two!" Grinning broadly, Sabrina tucked the card back inside the wallet. "Well darling, they're expecting us. There'll be a $315.00 charge on this tomorrow." She declared, slipping the leather case between his thighs. It was peanuts to him, she knew, but it felt good taking charge a bit. There would be more of that before the night was over if she had anything to say about it.
SABRA
I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will
@[Klaudius]