My brain screamed at me to push up her skirt at touch her there, sliding a finger gently into her slot.
But instead I said, “Jeez, but you look stunning Sue, perfect in every way and so very professional.” Then we joined the rush hour traffic.
“So you approve then?” she said.
“I’m drooling, like worshipping your body,” I said honestly, “I’m so much in love with you it feels as if my heart will burst!”
“I feel the same Jack, if I could, we would pull off the road and we could make love on the back seat. I used to enjoy opening my legs across the seats while your dad had me! It was uncomfortable but very sexy, very exciting. But now that’s your job.”
Instantly my head swam with images of her, skirt up to her waist, no panties and legs spread wide over the seats…
Then simultaneously Sue screamed and the great roar of a truck bullhorn brought me back to my senses.
Preoccupied with erotic images I had drifted out of my lane into the path of a huge red truck, it’s lights flashing in warning.
Just in time I regained control and swerved back into my own lane, the big truck screamed past, missing us by inches. The truck driver had his arm out his window giving me the finger.
Other cars behind and in front sounded their horns in protest.
A few drivers overtook, giving me the jerking hand sign that they thought I was a wanker.
We drove a mile or so without speaking, Sue wisely shimmied down her skirt and held her shoulder bag close to her breasts.
I tried to concentrate on my driving.
A couple of minutes later we turned into the studio car park where she worked.
I stopped the car, switched off the engine, pulled on the hand brake and let out a great sigh of relief.
Turning to Sue I saw her head was in her hands and I thought at first she was weeping. But her shoulders were shrugging and her tears were of laughter.
Unable to control myself I picked up on her giggling and then we both roared with laughter.
“I’ve heard of women dressing to kill,” she sniggered, “but that was ridiculous!”
“Jeez that was close Sue,” I said seriously as the moment began to pass.
“I nearly got us both totalled thinking about screwing you in the back seat!”
“Did you see the face on that truck driver? You must have given him a heart attack!” she said.
“No but I saw the finger he gave me in the mirror!”
It was a couple of minutes before 9-o-clock and Sue had to go.
But as she reached to open her door I asked the question that had been bugging me since she had got in.
“Why are you dressed up today?” I asked, “And makeup? You never, like, wear makeup to work?”
I was sounding jealous and petulant.
Sue looked at me then reached out a hand on mine. Again she searched my face to locate the cause of my odd behaviour.
“I really want that modelling job Jack, and I thought it wouldn’t help to let my boss and the photographers see what I’ve been hiding all these months.” She explained.
“If they like what they see I might do better on Friday.”
I think she understood that I was feeling jealous and added, “They can only look and dream Jack, but all the touching and kissing will be yours.”