Wild Child - part 2

Angie was woken up a few hours later by the shrill sound of the telephone and a very stiff jaw.  She put her hand to her mouth and felt that the rubber thing was still in it, she untied it and removed a ball gag.1

“H-Hello,” she stammered dreamily rubbing her aching jaw.2

“Hi baby, how are you?” came the reply down the receiver.3

“Morning Shanz, what’s up?”4

“Hopefully you are, are you ready?”5

“Ready for what Shanz?”6

“Jeez Angie, don’t tell me you forgot?  Anthony’s beach party.  We are supposed to be there already.”7

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry Shanz, I totally forgot.  Something came up and I overslept.”  She giggled to herself.8

“Well darling, I’m leaving now, shall I pop round and fetch you?”9

“Um, no, I’ll have Fernando bring me in the Limo.”10

“Sure hun, see you later.  Cheers.”11

“Cheers.” Angie replied as she put the receiver down.12

Chanette or Shanz, was Angie’s oldest and dearest friend, Anthony is her very handsome older brother.13

Once Angie had had a cup of coffee and a shower, she felt ready to face the world.  She pulled a flimsy white cotton dress over her voluptuous body, her nipples just showing under the almost transparent fabric.  Angie never wore underwear.  “Veronique,” Angie called down the passage.  Veronique was Angie’s nanny when she was little, and came back to work for her as an adult.14

“Coming,” came the reply.  “Yes Angie, what can I do for you?”15

“Veronique, please can you arrange the Limo and pack some stuff for me, Anthony is having a beach party, I’m going to grab something to eat?”16

“Of course Nonny.  How is Anthony, when last did you see him?”  Nonny was Veronique’s pet name for Angie.17

“Last I heard he was fine, I haven’t seen him for a while now.”18

“He is such a lovely young man isn’t he Nonny?  Is he married yet?”19

“Nan!  Please stop trying to marry me off, I’m not the marrying type!”20

“You can’t blame me for trying.” Veronique mused as she started packing a bag for Angie.21

“Angie, your bag is packed and the Limo is waiting outside for you.” Veronique informed.22

“Thanks Nan.”  With that Angie picked up her bag and headed for the door.  Once in the Limo she made herself comfortable across the seat.  Sitting with her legs slightly apart, so that the driver would see just enough to make him wonder, if he should look in the rear-view mirror.  In Angie’s mind there was nothing more appealing than to climax in the back of a Limousine, especially in view of the driver.  As Angie opened the cocktail cabinet and poured herself a drink, she recalled the escapades of her early morning visitor.  She began to caress herself, first rubbing the fabric over her nipples, then against her eager clit.  Her nipples responded immediately, followed by her clit aching for more attention than the soft fabric could offer.  Angie pulled her dress up over hips.  As she spread her legs apart her juices dripped onto the leather interior.  Angie could see that the driver had full view of everything in the rear-view mirror, and did not think twice about watching. Taking a block of ice, she let the ice water drip onto her clit.  A groan of pleasure escaped her full lips at the sensation darting through her body, she was on the verge of an orgasm when the car suddenly came to a stop.23

“What now?” She yelled at the driver.24

“We seem to have a flat wheel ma’am,” was the reply.25

Angie watched the driver get out of the Limo, he had long black hair, tied in a low pony, strong facial features, a body sculptured after a Greek God, and a butt that looked tighter than a wall-nut shell.  When he knelt over to change the wheel, you could see what wet dreams are made of.  Lowering the window, she asked, “Who are you, and where is Fernando?”26

“My name is Edward Ma’am, Fernando retired.”27

Angie watched mesmerized as the Greek God worked on the Limo.  “So Edward, what made you decide to become a Limo driver?” She asked once they were on the road again.28

“I needed work, and this sounded interesting.”29

“Oh, I see.  Tell me, are you a model or something?”30

“No Ma’am.”31

“Do you work out?”32

“Yes Ma’am, every morning, and I surf when I can.”33

“I’ve got an offer for you, only if you are interested of course.” 34

“I’m listening.” He replied.35

“How would you like to work for me exclusively?”36

“Doing what Ma’am?”37

“Exactly what you are now, only difference, I would be your only client, and there would be plenty of perks.”38

“I would have to consider that offer very carefully.”39

“I’ll be leaving for overseas in a couple of days.  When I come back I’ll expect your answer.”  With that she gave him her card.  40