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out into the hot,
mid-afternoon air with the redhead tottering behind him in her
pink, high heeled, peep toes.
     
    When they reached the parking lot, Cole took
in a long deep breath to calm his ragged breath and pounding heart.
He couldn’t believe what he had just done, had he really just
walked out of work to spend the rest of that day with a complete
stranger? It was all so unnerving, and yet immensely thrilling at
the same time. Never had he imagined anyone would have had this
kind of effect on him in such a short space of time. She seemed
wild and carefree, everything he wished he could be.
    “My car is this way,” she nodded and pointed
over her shoulder.
    “Where are we going?” he asked as he followed
her towards the most impressive piece of machinery he’d ever seen.
She slid the keys into the lock of a black, 50's convertible
Cadillac, with a red leather interior and the top down.
    “Ok, I’m laying down one rule... don’t ask
any questions. Got it?” she smirked, and nodded towards the car,
indicating for him to jump in. There was a single split second of
hesitation before he manoeuvred into the passenger’s side of the
vehicle, but when his eyes looked at her, the panic left his body
and he slid into the car. She slipped the keys into the ignition
and the beast purred to life.
    “You ready?” she turned her head in his
direction and wiggled her eye brows in jest.
    “I think so.”
    The car rolled out of the parking space and
with her attention focused elsewhere, Cole saw this as perfect
opportunity to check out his designated driver. She was slim but
with curves in places that would drive any man insane. Her long,
toned legs were topped with the tiniest denim shorts. She wore a
chequered, sleeveless shirt, which bunched into a bow at her waist,
revealing a smooth, sculptured midriff in the small gap between her
shorts and shirt. Cole felt his hands clench into fists with a
frustrated need to run his hands over her tight, silky skin, to
brush his lips across her stomach and into those provocative
shorts.
    “My name is Cole, by the way. What’s yours?”
he asked in a gravelly voice, clearly fighting with his growing
arousal.
    “What did I just say about questions?” She
looked over at him with raised eyebrows, slipped on her cat-eye
sunglasses, and smiled sarcastically before pressing her foot down
on the peddle.
     
    They flew down the motorway, the wind
whipping wildly through her luscious, fiery hair. Cole couldn’t
take his eyes off her. She was like a dream come true, mesmerising
him with her alluring beauty and her chemical pull. She leant
sideways and pressed a finger to the button on her radio, and out
came the tune “Dreamer” by Livin’ Joy.
    “My name’s Victoria, but you can call me
Vicki, and in answering your original question, we are heading
there.” She pointed to her right, and there, in the distance,
between the trees zipping past, stood a colossal fairground with a
towering Ferris wheel and a crazy, high-rising rollercoaster.
    It took them almost half an hour to reach the
fairground, and within that time Cole’s imagination had run away
with itself. He watched Vicki’s glossy lips mime along with the
words of the music exuding from the speakers. He longed to see
those beautiful blue eyes looking deeply into his as he pressed his
solid, naked body to hers. To feel the warmth of her skin radiate
against his, to feel the sweat rub between them as he pushed his
shaft inside her. He was so turned on by the thought of this woman
that he had to wait a few seconds before leaving the car, to calm
the erection growing within his trousers.
    “Wait here,” she demanded as she stepped out
of the car and slammed the door shut behind her.
    Cole went to open his mouth and ask her where
she was going, but rapidly closed it when she shook her head
ever-so-gently. “I’ll be right back.”
    He watched as her pert little bottom wobbled,
before his eyes headed south down her shapely