The Driver pulled up on the hill, in front of my house always arriving 15 to 30 minutes early. In the limousine industry, there are some drivers that aim to please and keep the client happy so that the satisfied customer will request the same driver for another day. On this chartered affair of mine, it started out with tunes, alcohol, change of clothes, and lots of green baby backs… cold, hard cash, as it always did. However most important for the journey is a full charge on the mobile device and the little black book , in this case , my book was red for the 80s. Feeling like a pimp, player, and a major dealer rolled in one, I kind of had a strong testosterone and estrogen level competing to cause in the mind and body at the same time, a sort of Disney like euphoric theme park ride happening in the anatomy within. Pretty much like on top of the world. Like my own little movie world. Stopping at the liquor store to purchase champagne was the first stop; other unmentionables… pick ups and orchestrations for all things illegal was done a day before the stretch came. Time is money in the white elephant, as I like to call it, known to others as a white limousine. Soon this would become a code word throughout the years to come. Calling my friends and picking them up at the door step gave me such an incredible high. The comfort and joy in their eyes once in the car all knowing that they could drink and party, and that I would return them back at their door step safely. This ritual, would soon become what I was known for, and what all my friends and acquaintances would come to expect. On this particular evening, the moon was full, the wind was a not a gust but more swirly, kind of a sexy wind. Not the kind of wind that just blows. I was feeling a bit like a guy in heat. I’m a woman… but there are times when the body just wants to go. I picked up my two friends, such a respected, adorable couple. Close friends, loyal people. The kind of friends that you barbecue with, play volleyball, go to the beach, just real good courteous type. When the moon is full it is a big distraction for me. Brings out the inner animal, all things primitive and sexual, especially when the stretch is cliff side , music on, moon roof open, flute in hand, sipping on champagne. Earlier in the evening of course , me being the master now at planning and timing limousine charters. I have to be on top of my game. Every minute in a limousine is totaled at the end of the night on top of a gratuity. I asked the driver before we hit the coastline with the gorgeous cliffs and panoramic ocean view, to not stop the vehicle at any time, do not put the partition down at anytime, and that when you arrive at the secluded beach I instructed as our destination of the evening, to please keep the engine running and I will know we have arrived and I will call you from the car phone to let us out onto the beach. Its amazing how wonderful and so non complex it was for me on this evening to begin the seduction in the backseat with two people I love and adore , and I knew , they also loved and adored me as well. Scooting in was done on my part so sexy and in perfect rhythm to the music being played. Music from the 80s just always had a groove that made you feel like your hips belonged in someone else’s direction with a lovely grind to it. I was so damned good at moving in a moving limousine. Naturally I kissed the girl and she liked it. Next the hand of her boyfriend caressed my breast, deep warm breathing , then the moaning, pressing in and feeling the heat of each others bodies bumping and grinding, the thrill and erotic stimulation of being so turned on and moist while in a limousine with the glow of the full moon illuminating the long leather seat. The ocean at a distance was exhilarating while the smell of night came through the open moonroof. Three people in heat, in the backseat of a limousine is and was an experience that can only , and honestly my friends happen once.
To be continued … A View From the Backseat