Page 42 of Finding My Bodyguard

“It was everything.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Dancing is a great form of self-care.”

“I can see why. I never felt so free.”

“Freer than when you cumming on my dick?”

“Yes.” I lied. “Don’t talk about your dick. I’ve been drinking, and I get horny.” There was so much lust and need in my words.

“Touch her for me.” His voice was low and dark.

“The driver,” I protested.

“Roll up the partition.” I didn’t think twice before touching the button and allowing the glass to seclude me in the back of the car.

“Touch her. I want to know what you are learning about yourself,” he commanded, and I found myself spreading my legs and pushing my panties to the side. I ran my finger across my pearl, and a moan escaped my mouth.

“That’s right.”

Everything about this was crazy and out of character, but London made me feel so free. London knew how to follow my lead and take charge when needed. Nothing ever felt forced with him, and it turned me on. Holding the phone in one hand, I used the other one to massage my clit. My head instantly fell back from the pleasure.

“Ooh.” A soft moan escaped my lips. I had masturbated before, but never in the back seat of a car as a stranger drove me down the highway.

“You sound so fucking beautiful playing with your pussy.” He growled into the phone. His voice provided the perfect soundtrack to my movements as I worked my middle, sticking two fingers inside my hole. My hips rolled as I strummed my clit.

“Let me hear you, Chocolate. I want to hear you.” London coached me. “How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” I moaned.

“Naw, use three.” I did as he instructed and inserted another finger into my middle.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out. I didn’t care that the driver could hear me. I panted into the phone as I closed my eyes and envisioned London in between my legs.

“That’s it! Let me hear those pretty sex sounds.” His words echoed in my head. In my head, it was him between my thighs, bringing me to my peak. “Open your legs wider and dig deep into that pussy. You need this.”

He was right. I did need this. I turned my body to the side and let one of my legs fall onto the seat cushion.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. I was on the verge of releasing.

“Just like that, Chocolate. Now tell me what you're learning about yourself.” He coached me. I could barely form any words from the pleasure that shot through my body.

“Oh, ah,” was all I could manage to say.

“Tell me.” He insisted.

“I’m learning… oh… um…” I stumbled over my words.

“Tell me!” This time, his voice was deeper.

“I’m stronger than I think.”

“You are. Tell me more, Chocolate.”

“I’m beautiful!” I shouted as I thrust my fingers deeper inside me.

“What else? What did you learn tonight?”

I thought about what I’d learned tonight. It was so much.

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