I did it. I did exactly as he said, and followed his instructions as completely as I could. My arms bent, elbows pointed straight up, and my fingers touched my blond hair by my forehead. Lucas looked on, directing me this way and that until he had me in as perfect an arrangement as he wanted.
"Arch your back," he said. His hands reached for my hips and his thumbs pressed into my abdomen by my pubic bone. Excitement fluttered through my stomach and towards my crotch and without realizing it my body moved on its own, exactly as he wanted. My back arched, body attempting to press closer to him, hoping beyond hope that he might move his fingers lower, into my panties, and…
"Perfect," Lucas said. "This is an exquisite position. In the car, getting a good picture would be difficult, but this position is wonderful. You would make a great model, Amira. You follow instructions well."
His praise, his kind words, the fact that he made me feel sexy beyond belief when I didn't think I was anything more than average; it turned me on so much. I needed to refrain myself, though. If I did, he would touch me more, I knew it. He would show me poses, shape me as he liked, touch his fingers to my stomach and my legs and my…
His hand caressed the middle of my thigh, easing towards the waistband of my panties. He brushed his fingers along the laced cotton cloth of my underwear, then pressed his hand towards the center of my body. His hand glided across my cotton-covered pussy towards my other thigh, then up that leg to my knee.
I gasped his name aloud, shivering. "Lucas…"
"That would make a good picture," he said. "That area."
Oh, yes. Yes! That area was wonderful. I completely agreed with him.
Now his hand moved towards the front of my panties again, but this time not as low. He tugged at the waistband of my undergarment and pulled it a little lower, pressing his fingers against the uppermost part of my pubis. Spreading his fingers so his thumb and pinky finger reached towards my thighs, he moved his hand upwards across my stomach and towards my breasts.
"With your back arched," he said. "this looks magnificent. You have a very soft stomach. The slight 'V' at the bottom makes the image all the more alluring."
I arched my back further, trying to make him touch me more, hoping he would knead his fingers into my sensitive skin. But, he merely reacted to my movements and moved his fingers away the slightest amount so that the pressure he applied was always the same.
It was agonizing. I couldn't stand it. Here I was in the back seat of his car, like some silly schoolgirl, spread out and arranged, ready for him to take, and yet there was no "taking" taking place. Strict , it seemed, and no matter how I squirmed or moved, I couldn't sway Lucas away from his professionalism.
"Stop squirming," he commanded.
His hands grabbed my waist and he set me back to where I was. He held me hard until I stopped moving. But, oh, it was so difficult. I needed to do it, wanted to please him, and yet the longer he held me, the more I wanted to move. I wanted to writhe in his grasp and induce his passions, ruin his austere attitude and see if I could sway him towards impossible, endless lust.
I didn't, though. I couldn't. He waited, stared at me, held me, and with a quiet whimpering plea as my only means of complaint, I calmed myself. My lower lip moved out, some ridiculous show of disappointment , but Lucas disregarded it.
I managed to maintain my composure for all of a few seconds before I lost it again.
To be fair, it wasn't my fault. Or, not entirely. Lucas shifted his hands from my waist to my bra-clad breasts and squeezed. My eyes fluttered closed and my hips bucked. The toes of my foot—the one he 'd placed between his crotch—curled and dug into the leather seat. He squeezed my breasts, massaging them in his hands, toying with my nipples through the fabric. I let out a gasp that turned into a moan. Still, despite myself, I tried to maintain the pose he'd set me in. My arms stayed bent, fingers at my forehead, but this time instead of pretending to grab my hair, I pulled on it hard.
His hands tickled up the undersides of my arms towards my elbows, then down towards my wrists. I opened my eyes to look at him just in time to see his index finger moving closer to my face. Without knowing why, without being told, I opened my lips slightly and let him put his finger in my mouth. He pressed his fingertip against my tongue and I licked and swirled around it in response. My lips closed, puckering, kissing the sides of his finger, and my tongue went wild.
He watched me intently. My lower body writhed on the seat of the car and I tried to grind my crotch against his knee, but he kept moving it away. I attempted to suck his finger in further, to entice him into something more, but he kept pulling it away. I lifted my head, leaning forwards, but still he eluded me.
Then he pulled me up off the seat. His finger popped out of my mouth and his hand reached behind my back, pulling me forward. His other hand grabbed my rear and he lifted me into his lap. I sat there with one knee pressed against the crotch of his pants, that foot dangling below the front of the seat, and my other leg bent and pressing against his hip, my shin touching warm leather. He pulled me closer, his hand cupping my rear and squeezing hard while his other hand reached around towards the clasp of my bra, pressing me forward so my chest rubbed against his shirt.
"Put one arm around my neck," he said.
As fast as possible, I did as he asked. My hand cupped the back of his neck, my arm resting on his shoulder. "Yes," I said.
"Your other hand," he said, breathing heavily. "Touch my upper arm. By my bicep."
I did. I squeezed his arm tight, pulled myself forward. I needed and wanted him so badly. I ground my crotch against his thigh, up and down, blazing a trail for my pleasure. Lucas squeezed my ass harder, pulling me closer so that I couldn't grind against him as easily, but oh, oh I tried. Back and forth, rubbing, desperately desiring him .
The car came to a stop. No interruptions, though. Jeremy, the driver, parked the car, turned it off, opened the door, stepped out, closed the door, then left. I waited, pausing, thinking Lucas and I would be interrupted at any moment and having no idea how to explain this to anyone, but none of that happened.