“Let’s go for a walk,” he had said.
“It’s cold.” I protested.
He looked at me evenly.
He laced me into my boots. bare legs, a summer dress that was too small. No bra. No knickers. My breasts threatened to escape. I didn’t protest further. “Go and put on your parka.” he ordered.
I was stood by the front door when he came back, dressed warmly.
“Don’t you look adorable? Let’s go.” He held out his hand and lead me out into the street, and into the car. There were grey clouds gathering in the sky.
“It’s going to rain.” I said, looking out of the window.
“That doesn’t matter.”
We drove for over an hour. Halfway through, as the roads became narrower, the scenery greener, he put his hand on my thigh and pushed the material of my skirt up to my waist, lingering briefly at my cunt.
“You’re wet.” he said approvingly.
Some minutes later, he slowed the car and parked up.
“Here we are. Time for some fresh air.”