'stang. As she shifted into Drive, she noted a small, folded, brown paper lunch bag caught between her windshield and her wiper. Charli slammed her truck into Park, opened her door and reached around to snag the bag, her heart thumping.
Her hands shook as she unfolded the bag to read the message written in bold black marker on the outside.
"One was fun, Two was great, Three unbelievable, for Four...don't be late. Meet us at the old Jail House Museum. Everything you'll need is in this paper bag."
Charli turned the bag upside down and shook it. A sheer black thong and shiny black pasties fell into her lap. She laughed out loud, her fingers trembling as she scooped up the pasties and panties. "You've got to be joking."
Her cell phone pinged, indicating a text message.
Rummaging in her purse for the device, she jerked it free and read. "No joke. Don't be late."
As a shiver of apprehension slid down her spine, Charli glanced around. Was the mystery cowboy reading her mind, or did he have her car bugged? Either way, the panties and pasties burned in her hand and she struggled with decisions.
On the one hand, she hadn't committed to even seeing Connor again. She'd told him she'd think about it. Then there was this invitation to naughtiness, so tempting, so titillating she creamed just thinking of how she'd look in nothing but a thong and pasties. Oh, did he mean four as in four sex partners or the fourth dirty trick?
With the panties and pasties laid in her lap, she shifted her car into drive and eased out onto the highway moving toward the little town of Temptation. She crept along the highway, hoping that the closer she came to the jail house, the clearer her mind would be on what to do.
Connor or pasties. Foreplay or sex with her Original Sin.
Still sensitized with desire from her earlier picnic with Connor, Charli almost felt guilty contemplating sex with another man entirely.
"Why? I'm single, free and horny." What more did she need to make a decision? Her foot dropped the accelerator to the floor and shot past a cop doing fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit.
Lights flared in her rearview mirror and a siren wailed.
Her core so heavy with lust, Charli fought hard against the urge to outrun the law. She didn't want to be late to the jail house. The very thought of being pulled over by a cop because she's speeding to the jail house made Charli laugh out loud.
It was in mid giggle the cop arrived at her window. "Ma'am, please step out of the car."
Charli swallowed hard on another fit of giggles, "Only if you frisk me." She bent double laughing, her eyes filling with tears.
"Ma'am, please, step out of your vehicle." To his credit, the cop kept a very straight face.
Suspecting he was one of Mystery Cowboy's buddies, Charli tugged the scoop of her neckline lower, exposing enough boob to make a teenager come. She leaned low as she wiggled her ass across the seat.
The cop's eyes widened and he glanced down at his clip board quickly.
When she straightened, the thong panties dropped to the ground along with the two pasties.
The cop bent to retrieve the panties and lifted them. "Ma'am. you dropped—"
Charli could tell when he realized what he had in his hands. He practically dropped them again.
Before he did, Charli snatched the scrap of silk and lace from his fingers. "Oops. My bad." She bent to retrieve the pasties too. "Can't forget those either." She held up a pastie to her tit. "Although I'm not sure they'll fit."
The cop gulped hard and adjusted his belt. "Ma'am, have you been drinking?"
"Poured plenty, drank not a drop." Charli stuffed the thong and pasties into her back pocket. She hooked her thumbs in the loops of her cutoffs and pressed down, the waistband sliding low, revealing the top of her panty line and a few of the curly hairs over her pussy. If this was all part of the gig, she could play the game.
"I have to ask you to take the sobriety test."
"I haven't been drinking, but if you want me
Her hands shook as she unfolded the bag to read the message written in bold black marker on the outside.
"One was fun, Two was great, Three unbelievable, for Four...don't be late. Meet us at the old Jail House Museum. Everything you'll need is in this paper bag."
Charli turned the bag upside down and shook it. A sheer black thong and shiny black pasties fell into her lap. She laughed out loud, her fingers trembling as she scooped up the pasties and panties. "You've got to be joking."
Her cell phone pinged, indicating a text message.
Rummaging in her purse for the device, she jerked it free and read. "No joke. Don't be late."
As a shiver of apprehension slid down her spine, Charli glanced around. Was the mystery cowboy reading her mind, or did he have her car bugged? Either way, the panties and pasties burned in her hand and she struggled with decisions.
On the one hand, she hadn't committed to even seeing Connor again. She'd told him she'd think about it. Then there was this invitation to naughtiness, so tempting, so titillating she creamed just thinking of how she'd look in nothing but a thong and pasties. Oh, did he mean four as in four sex partners or the fourth dirty trick?
With the panties and pasties laid in her lap, she shifted her car into drive and eased out onto the highway moving toward the little town of Temptation. She crept along the highway, hoping that the closer she came to the jail house, the clearer her mind would be on what to do.
Connor or pasties. Foreplay or sex with her Original Sin.
Still sensitized with desire from her earlier picnic with Connor, Charli almost felt guilty contemplating sex with another man entirely.
"Why? I'm single, free and horny." What more did she need to make a decision? Her foot dropped the accelerator to the floor and shot past a cop doing fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit.
Lights flared in her rearview mirror and a siren wailed.
Her core so heavy with lust, Charli fought hard against the urge to outrun the law. She didn't want to be late to the jail house. The very thought of being pulled over by a cop because she's speeding to the jail house made Charli laugh out loud.
It was in mid giggle the cop arrived at her window. "Ma'am, please step out of the car."
Charli swallowed hard on another fit of giggles, "Only if you frisk me." She bent double laughing, her eyes filling with tears.
"Ma'am, please, step out of your vehicle." To his credit, the cop kept a very straight face.
Suspecting he was one of Mystery Cowboy's buddies, Charli tugged the scoop of her neckline lower, exposing enough boob to make a teenager come. She leaned low as she wiggled her ass across the seat.
The cop's eyes widened and he glanced down at his clip board quickly.
When she straightened, the thong panties dropped to the ground along with the two pasties.
The cop bent to retrieve the panties and lifted them. "Ma'am. you dropped—"
Charli could tell when he realized what he had in his hands. He practically dropped them again.
Before he did, Charli snatched the scrap of silk and lace from his fingers. "Oops. My bad." She bent to retrieve the pasties too. "Can't forget those either." She held up a pastie to her tit. "Although I'm not sure they'll fit."
The cop gulped hard and adjusted his belt. "Ma'am, have you been drinking?"
"Poured plenty, drank not a drop." Charli stuffed the thong and pasties into her back pocket. She hooked her thumbs in the loops of her cutoffs and pressed down, the waistband sliding low, revealing the top of her panty line and a few of the curly hairs over her pussy. If this was all part of the gig, she could play the game.
"I have to ask you to take the sobriety test."
"I haven't been drinking, but if you want me
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