Role Play

ROLEPLAY

By

Megan Ziese

© copyright by Megan Ziese, 2010

Cover Art by Eliza Black, May 2010

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Chapter One

Sucking in a sharp breath of cool air, Claire shivered as the frigid air teased her skin and effortlessly penetrated the thin material of the short silken blouse she was wearing. A sudden gust of whip-like wind scored the exposed skin of her belly and teased the hardened peaks of her nipples until goose flesh rippled all over her, more specifically on her torso and legs. Damning her earlier choice of her sexiest fishnet pantyhose instead of stockings, which might or might not have helped to stay off some of the cold penetrating her body, she walked through a breezeway and another blast of cold air assaulted her scantily-clad body. Continuing to 'stroll' down the sidewalk with as much ease as she could muster, she paused at the corner of the street near a traffic light.

Earlier in the night, before she'd set out to walk the street, she'd pinned her hair up, but it hadn't taken her long to take it down to try to garner some warmth from the heavy locks that now covered her shoulders and back. She'd always been told that her hair was one of her most beautiful features. It was long, wavy, inky-black hair, and flowed down to around the middle of her back. Right now she was thankful it covered some of her exposed midriff. But as she quaked with shivers, she realized they weren't just caused by the cold, although the chill did add to her emotions. When all of that was combined with burgeoning excitement and butterfly nerves, Claire realized that she hadn't felt so alive in years. Thrilling feelings of naughtiness raced through her blood, and it felt wonderful. For the first time in a long time, she felt free, felt wild abandon. It was exhilarating.

Standing on the corner, she struck a pose in front of an empty lot. A car passed by, hovered beside her momentarily, and the driver called out obscenities and pressed his hand to his crotch as he drove on. Glaring at the back the car as it sped down the road, Claire ignored the remarks, waiting for another customer. It wasn't long before another car crawled alongside the curb. It was a dark car and until it braked underneath the street light, when she caught a glimpse of the driver, there was a specter-like quality to the whole scene. The man driving the vehicle was shrouded in darkness until the car shone in the reflective glare of the signal above.

"Need a date?" he asked, his voice low, husky. The rasping timbres of his voice shivered along her nerve endings, sparking tingles of pleasure across her entire body in expectation of things to come.

Claire casually stepped closer to the man's car, all the while checking to ensure the coast was clear. Spying no one, she leaned down, allowing her breasts to drape on the arm that she rested on the passenger window. Popping her head inside the open window, she smiled coolly when she saw his crotch, illuminated by the street lamp and signal, become constrained. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he had a hard-on that rode half of his thigh. Her pussy clenched hungrily. She wanted that hard cock to fill her empty channel. With a wanton smile, she licked suddenly parched lips and glanced at his face. Partially covered by the shadow, she couldn't see the look on his face or the look in his eyes. She wished that she could see his arousal for herself, not just by the length of his dick, but in the intensity of his eyes, the tenseness of his jaw.

With a husky voice to match his, she breathed, "I could use some company." She stood slightly and playfully pinched her erect nipples, continuing to speak as she did so, "It's awful cold out here. There's no fun, either," she pouted as she cupped her breasts and pressed them together more fully, knowing full well that they were close to falling out of the skimpy top she was wearing.

"How about I warm you up, sweet thing?" he asked suggestively, getting out of his vehicle and coming around to the side where she stood.

"Oh, that sounds nice," she cooed.

"How much is your time worth, baby?"

Batting her eyelashes coquettishly, she murmured, "Hmm, I think twenty will suffice." Rubbing a hand along her thigh to raise her skirt more fully, she whispered, "A twenty will get you anything you want, honey."

Claire watched as he pushed a hand into his tight pocket, grabbed his wallet, and opened it up to take a twenty dollar bill from the inside. She watched his hand clasp the bill, waiting for his next move.

He leaned over her and pressed the money between her breasts, his lust filled gaze never straying from her breasts as he watched them envelop the cash.

"What should I call you?" she asked tentatively.

"Dylan. And what might your name be?" he inquired softly, allowing his hand to wander from her breasts, up to her neck to fondle the delicate shell of her ear.

"Claire," she responded.

Grasping her neck, he traced the lobe of her ear with his thumb, softly stroked the soft velvet of her cheek. Pulling her toward him, he kissed her hungrily, searing her with a kiss that immediately burned a path from her belly down to her channel.

He smoothed his hands down her back to her butt, which he squeezed between his palms. Keeping hold of her butt cheeks, he pressed her to him and walked backwards so that they moved together towards the car. He turned them around so that her legs were leaning against the car now. Lifting her slightly so that she sat on the front of the car, he spread her legs as far as the confines of her skirt would allow her and stepped between them.