Sexing the Author (Part 2)

She loved the sound of the engine and the way he drove - every move as smooth as pleasure. The traffic was lighter when he turned off the freeway and took a short twisting road up into the hills. Had she looked in the rear view mirror she could have almost seen her home.

"My place," he said, pulling into a driveway of an expensive ranch style home and turning off the motor. "Want to have a look? We'll leave anytime you say."

"Sure," she said, and smiled, large dark almond shaped eyes almost too large for a pretty face. "You have a really nice place."

"It's home," he nodded, getting out and opening her door.

Melissa swung her legs out, and before taking an offered hand, she sat, legs spread, skirt so high up pretty thighs she could see the crotch of her white satin thong when she glanced down. So could Elliot, and he was looking.

 Watching his eyes, she let him. When their eyes finally met, she took his hand and stood.

"Nice legs," he said, and smile