The Limo Driver

Boss was coming into from above, but how? What was he on? There was no other car about. Nothing. No sounds. Just the wind flowing over the sunroof and baffling about his body in a form fitting suit of some kind. Not wanting to complicate anything, Juan resisted the urge to assist. His job was to keep the limo totally rock steady. His heart was now racing. Boss was always filled with surprises, and this was one of his best.

The pair of legs settled onto the seat and arms seemed to work very frantically. As the seconds ticked by and the road seemed to fly by at an alarming fast rate, belts seemed to zip in and out of the cabin of the limo around Boss. And just as quickly as this started, it ended.

Boss was slowly lowering himself into the car. His helmet was coming off just as his torso cleared the edge of the sunroof. His free hand was up above doing something. Then, a small pop sound was heard. The helmet somehow clipped the rear edge of the sunroof as it disappeared into the night. Boss froze before quickly getting into the passenger seat, closing the sunroof in one fell smooth swoop of action. He was signaling to Juan to play cool.

Just as Boss secured himself in his seat, the divide rolled down. Boss Lady was asking if everything was OK. Juan tried his best to sound reassuring and hide his extreme state of nerves. She accepted his explanation that all was well. And when she asked about the sound, he jokingly said that sometimes birds tried to land on the limo. She laughed and waved his comment away. She rolled up the divide and went back to deep thought.

Step one of the transfer was done. Now, there was going to be one last stop. During the last stop, many things would take place that would in theory elevate the night to something even more sensual, however, that was not Juan’s concern.

Boss signaled something with his hands. Juan knew what he had to do next. Turning on some romantic music in the back, which gathered a nice smile and thumbs up from Boss Lady, he changed the lights in the back from dimmed white to slightly brighter lavender. Her nod of approval was not lost on Juan who marveled that Boss man knew this so precisely.

In the mirrors, Juan detected a pair of headlights that had just turned on and flashed him. Bonita was precisely on time. How she managed to arrive so quickly without lights on a barely lit road was a mystery to him. Must be nigh vision lens or something.

She quickly pulled up to and signaled she was ready to overtake. Juan looked over at Boss and was once again surprised to see that he had already changed into his limo driving suit and was ready to take the wheel. Rolling down his window, Juan gave a thumbs up as Bonita gunned the throttle of her SUV to get into position.

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While she sat in the back of the limo, letting her thoughts drift over the day, she wondered how hubby had managed to pull this whole escapade off. The man was brilliant. That much had to be said about his plans for the evening.

What she couldn’t quite put together was how he had gotten out of the bed, wrapped the cuffs neatly into the box, and placed the wrapper of the sleeping pill in another box. Then, get all those items to the spa without so much as getting help from her girlfriends and the limo driver.

She had asked him to park somewhere in view of the spa and the ballroom. The limo had not gone anywhere. Well, there was this small window of time when she had lost consciousness, but the house was more than 15 minutes away one way. Plus, her drive to the special house was 15 minutes the opposite way. Without a speeding motor bike, it was not possible. Just not possible.

And how does one recover from a high does sleeping pill anyway? Her man was tough and strong and able to do a lot on sheer will power, but overcoming pharmaceutical grade sleeping meds is beyond her. She made a note to get a full debrief later. No way was this going to slide by quietly. She had to know. She had to get a step ahead.

Her inner feminist started to wag it’s finger at the inner masculine side. As if to imply that it was none of her business to know how her man outmaneuvered her. But she had to know. This scheming was not to be held privately and quietly. Other women needed to know, less they fall pray to some more nefarious plot by a greedy husband.

Her moment of thought was changed by the mood lighting that the driver had place. She was now slipping into a more palatable dream state of how her man had taken her in the garage at that house not that long ago. He had held her and positioned her so perfectly that she wondered why he had not done her that way before.

Granted, she often tried her best to lead the action in bed, all while trying to convince him that he was in charge. What if, just maybe, what if she had not allowed him to use that pose before? Not likely. But what if?

While she kept thinking about how amazing that moment was, a small tingling in her seemed to draw her back to the parking garage. It must be the growl of that angry v8 rushing to overtake them. It was a beautiful night and open road. There was no need for such an angry overtake.

She opted to tune out the mess of her surroundings. She was enjoying the music and at peace. Sure, that growl reminded her of that probe rousing all manners of naughty feelings in her. Instinctively, she closed her legs and squeezed as she giggled and blushed bashfully. That was a nice trick by her hubby. A very nice twist of fate and events. She had to give him that much credit.

As she looked out the window at the moon taking a more prominent space in the skyline, she wondered about that hang glider that was steeply banked and turning away from the roadway into what looked like the forest. That thing was surprisingly low. Maybe the darkness was messing with her depth of field, or the lavender lighting of the limo made it hard for her to perceive things correctly. Either way, it was soon gone from view.

She heard another strange whooshing of air from the front of the limo. Not loud or anything. The ride was very quiet. But that whoosh was there. But no pop sound followed. Could be the driver opening his window for a bit of air. She did like her limo rides on the cool side. He might be bringing in some warmer air. Oh well, not really her concern.