Sometimes a Flat Tire Is a Good ThingChapter 2
Kyle pulled into an underground parking garage. I’m not that familiar with this area and so I’m not entirely certain where we are except that we’re still downtown. It doesn’t really matter, though. At the moment I’m more than willing to go wherever Kyle wants to take me. The garage is under a tall, modern building located right on the waterfront. He parked and we got out. He’s still carrying my purse and my dress but I’m so aroused I don’t care that I’m naked in a public place. He took my...