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Tishala Submits
(Alice Ebuya)

"Shouldn't we call at home to get my jewellery?" she asked as Alan drove across town, his hand resting on her thigh.

"We don't need it for photographs." he answered. "You can wear the beads when you pose for the painting, but this is just to get an idea of how you will look best."

"Okay." she said quietly then glanced down to the fingers that had edged under the hem of her skirt.

"This is why I like an automatic transmission car." Alan chuckled as his fingers traced a little higher up her inner thigh. "There are fewer distractions, like having to change gear."

"I don't drive." she replied, "I never had a chance to learn."

Alan chuckled and eased his hand up her skirt, pushing until his pinkie finger rested gently against her panties. "I can teach you. Although it will be more difficult without a stick shift. You see Tishala it's all about the engine noise, with a manual you would have to move the shifter stick when the engine revs get too high. Listen now." he accelerated slowly, then nodded when the transmission selected a higher gear, the engine note softening and slowing. "You really need a gear stick in your hand, then you can pretend to shift when you think the time is right."

Tishala looked aside as his hand slipped from her skirt. With a tug and a rasp his trousers opened and with a grin on his lips he eased his underwear aside to release an impressive erection.

"Now, grab the gear stick Tishala, and when you think it's time to change gear you give it a tug." swiftly his hand returned to her thigh and ducked back under her skirt. The finger pressed firmly against her pussy and she saw his cock twitch and jump as he touched her.

"Get ready to change." he instructed, and much to her surprise Tishala reached across and wrapped her fingers around the shining purple end. "Now!" he cried. Tishala felt the car jerk slightly and the engine note slow, she tugged back on his cock and heard him gasp. She glanced down and saw his fingers moving beneath the fabric of her skirt, he was easing her panties aside, a finger remorselessly wriggling and struggling to reach her pussy.

"Time to change gear again!" Alan froze as she jerked him sharply, her grip tightening.

"That's better." he sighed softly as his fingers finally found their target, and after pressing on her full and swollen clit he slipped between her naturally hairy lips and dipped into slippery warmth.

"My studio." he turned the steering wheel and eased the car onto a short track, ahead lay a wooden cabin surrounded by trees.

"It's pretty here." she said quietly, her mind focussed on the digits still buried inside her body.

"Miles from anywhere." he replied, then reluctantly eased his fingers free, "Very private, and that has given me an idea. We might consider painting you posing outside, in nature."

"Sounds good to me," she agreed, pulling his fingers from her had left Tishala feeling a little empty and frustrated. Didn't he know what he'd been doing to her? Surely he wasn't going to leave her feeling that way?"

"Why don't you strip Tishala?" he said casually, "And I will grab my camera. Just over that ridge is a great place to take some photos."