“The problem with you Betty” Yatish had said once, “... you're both impulsive and apologetic at the same time.” He had also said “if you stand at the edge of the water too long it will begin to feel cold, just jump in” Or something like that. Betty didn't know why these two bits of wisdom had sprung to mind, but she was questioning if her impulse to get in the car and drive into the city to meet Oliver had ended with her too fearful to jump in. When Oliver had asked Betty “What do your senses tell you?” regarding their blossoming friendship, she answered quite honestly that it scared her so much she felt like she should be running for the hills. “Think of the weight you'll lose running anywhere” he replied.
Now as impulsively as she had accepted his invitation to the city, she had turned down his advances, however odd his operandi was and she was feeling sad about it.
The driver and his car were waiting in front of the hotel, this time he held open the front passenger door, his manner seemed gentler than before “Your ride, Ma'am” “Thank you she answered feeling embarassed by the accelerated arrival of her departure. “I'm sorry I can't drive you back to your door, but the car's owner wants it back.” “I understand” Betty said, not giving it much thought.
“Maybe getting some rain, be nice to clear the humidity” Oh my God Betty thinks, he's feeling sorry for me, please don't talk. “Yeah it'd be good.” The drive to the station didn't take long and he had no trouble finding a parking spot. They walked in silence to the ticket counter, Betty turned away from the counter as if he was buying something expensive that she would rather not know the value of. “I'm going to step outside and smoke a cigarette, I'll see you on the platform.” “Do you mind if I join you and can I bum one?”
They step outside the station and walk back to the car park, the driver takes out a pack of guitaints, he pulls one partially out then holds out the pack to Betty. “Interesting choice of cigarettes” he nods and flips a zippo in front of the cigarette now perched between her lips, she inhales and quickly releases the smoke. She pulls a face indicating the bad taste she has for it, “you don't smoke?” “I did, I just really feel the need for one right now.” He takes the cigrette out of her mouth and throws it to the ground, she can't believe his actions her mouth opens as she gasps, but before she can say anything he has taken the back of her head in his hand and is pressing his face against hers. He is passionate but tender, his tongue slides into her mouth and looks for hers, his other hand has reaches around to Betty's back side, his hand gropes her pantyless ass through the cool silk, he pulls her closer and presses his rocklike bulge into her crotch. She places her arms around him to find her balance as much as anything else, she wishes they were back in the suite together. Would Oliver mind his driver kissing her like this?
The driver takes Betty's hand and leads her back into the station, without saying a word, like a parent rushing a child to make the school bus, he hurries her to the platform, they walk the full length until reaching a small building at the end. Betty leans her back against the cold tiled wall and lets go of his hand which he then slips under her dress, the tip of his middle finger slides down between her butt cheeks and finds her drenched vagina, Betty breaths out the words “Oh my God” as her eyes roll back in her head and her knees buckle. His other hand grabs her breast, Betty wishes she could drop to the ground and feel his cock inside her.
There is a distant rumbling, Betty opens her eyes and looks toward the sound, she looks back at the man making her groin ache and thighs tremble, her face pained with longing, he strokes her forehead and then kisses her eye. The train is closer, they quickly find each others lips and lock lips like they will never let each other let go. The train stands still, they unlock their embrace she tells him with her eyes she doesn't want to leave, but he pulls out her ticket and thrusts it into her hand and pulls away from her. She jumps on board and runs to an open window. “What's your name?” she yells. Grinning back at her he yells “Oliver!”
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