"Why don't you have a piece of chocolate on me." David said, taking back his hand with a soft grin. "That will help you control your jitters."

Elsie smiled and tilted her head. "Yes David. I will."

"I had to make some turns and duck across a busy street to reach this alley. It's going to take ten minutes or so to get you back to your venue." David told her apologetically. She was already a half hour late, he could only hope her arrangement for drop off had been scheduled to include delays in traffic, or incompetence on the part of the service.

"Thank you David. I'm just so nervous about getting this award," Elsie explained. "I couldn't help myself."

"You feel better now though, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Elsie admitted. Then she looked at him a little shamefully. "May, may I have my hands tied with your belt for the ride there? Then you can untie them through the partition."

"You must be really nervous." He said.

She nodded, ducked her head, and looked at him sidelong. "I am. But having my hands bound always makes me feel safe and secure." Her coquettish statement revealed a simple truth, and although she was playing with him she was also exposing her vulnerability and begging him to take her as she was.

David thought about it for a moment. It wasn't anything too far out there, maybe not something he enjoyed but it wasn't something that sent him screaming for the hills either. "Okay," he said. Then he began taking off his belt.

She sat there while he reached down and took her hands, placing them together. Then he slipped his belt over them, making a loop while he threaded the belt into its buckle. But before he could tighten it down Elsie slipped her hands free.

"No," she said softly, looking up at him. "Behind my back, please."

She leaned forward on the edge of the seat, placing her hands behind her. Her palms together. Then, bent forward in a submissive exposed posture, she waited. David shrugged and slipped the belt over her wrists behind her back. Then he tied it off, tightening it down enough that she wouldn't be able to slip her hands free. It would not be impossible for her to escape, his belt is not a cord, it doesn't tighten enough to be impossible for her to work her way loose. It would take time however, she would have to fight to do it, she could not hope to get free of it without enormous effort, and time to work undisturbed.

"I will still be able to slide my hands through the partition with them behind me like this, David," Elsie assured him softly, leaning back when he was finished.

"I hope so." David replied. He began to close her door.

"Can you give me my chocolate?" She asked.

David hesitated, then he opened the door fully. "Sure." He said.

He leaned in, leaned past her so that she had to lie back on the seat. Still her big bouncy breasts tugged against his arm so he could feel her nipples contract as he reached past her. She drew her breath in sharply and he knew why, knew her nipples were sensitive after what she had done to herself. David retrieved a six dollar piece of chocolate which cost two dollars to buy from the supplier, and he put his hand on her thigh, forcing her leg slightly wider as he came back out. Her thigh was warm, full in the ripeness of her youth, and his hand sunk into her flesh like it was a plush toy, soft and yielding under his fingers. It had been unintentional, but she spread for him willingly as he put his weight on her, and he could tell she would spread her legs wider without argument if he was so inclined.

He could see her cleft still parted, the juices coating her lips and thighs with sticky invitation. Her clit was red and very big, the clitoral hood rumpled back to expose the hard knob of her secret place. It was waiting for further action, desperately.