Bumfelt led Fingerdoo from the bar, back to his car, parked in the alleyway. He opened her door. She brushed past him. The slightest touch of a breast on his arm again like earlier in the interrogation room. Bumfelt shut the door, walked around the rear of the car and climbed into his seat.
“Do you think I’m dangerous?” asked Fingerdoo, looking at him with hungry, slightly inebriated eyes.
“Yes,” replied Bumfelt. “Yes I do.”
“Then, why are you here?”
“You like the danger don’t you? You’re drawn to it,” she said, shifting in her seat. Her skirt hitched up. Bumfelt caught a glimpse of sheer underwear. He looked away.
“You can look,” said Fingerdoo quietly, shifting her legs open a little more. “I don’t mind. I want you to look.”
He did. Black sheer panties, pulled tight against her womanhood.
“I like danger,” she said. “I am dangerous. Is that what your afraid of Eddie? Are you drawn to me, like you’re drawn to danger?”
She traced a finger along Bumfelt’s arm. It felt electric. Charged.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” said Bumfelt. “This was a mistake. I’ll take you home and-“
“Are you scared of me, Eddie?”
“Let’s just say that you’re either a person of interest,” said Bumfelt. “Or you’re a killer and-“
“Isn’t that, what makes it exciting?” she said.
“I wouldn’t say-“
Fingerdoo silenced his words with a deep, hot kiss.
Bumfelt felt her fingers massaging his growing bulge.
“Let it happen,” she whispered, pulling at his trousers. Seconds later, the trousers and his underwear were at his ankles.
“That’s what I want,” whispered Fingerdoo as his cock sprang forth. “I’ve wanted it since earlier today. I think that you’re a good man but you have a bad side Eddie. I want to feel it.”
She traced a nail along his trembling shaft.
She took one of his hands, placing it between her thighs. He could feel her heat through the sheer, gossamer material. Without thinking, he rubbed at her through her arousal damp underwear.
Fingerdoo bent and took him in her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, she began working him with her mouth. She varied the level of suction expertly and Bumfelt found himself moaning in pleasure. She placed a hand on his, over her vagina, working his fingers under hers into a gentle rubbing motion.
Fingerdoo licked and sucked on Bumfelt’s cock, working into a rhythm. Her tongue worked its way up and down his shaft, slicking every inch with saliva. Her teeth gently grazed him. Her tongue flicked in and out of the slit on the tip. It was too much. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap. More urgent now. Bumfelt grabbed at the seat with one hand. Needing to hold something as the pleasure built. Fingerdoo cooed and rubbed his other hand on her mound harder, in tight circular motions. She pushed his hand away and pulling the panties to one side, she slipped a finger between her lips. She worked at her clitoris.
Bumfelt moaned and tried to say something. Fingerdoo silenced him, taking her wet fingers from her lips, pushing them into his mouth. Bumfelt tasting her sweetness on her fingers.
He let go- his body shuddering as he climaxed in her mouth.
Fingerdoo continued working on his shaft with her mouth even as he let go with his hot juices. She expertly took him to a whole new level, smiling around his shaft as Bumfelt came explosively again.
Fingerdoo slipped her mouth from him and swallowed. She licked her lips and smiled at him. Bumfelt’s breathing, shallow, rasping. His chest heaving.
“Mmmmm, now I’m in the mood,” she whispered. “I only live a few blocks away.”
Bumfelt fumbled his still semi-hard penis back into his pants.
He fumbled for his keys, started the car and pulled out of the alley.
Fingerdoo told him where to drive and all that time he had to concentrate hard as Fingerdoo fingered herself beside him.