A different kind of model 103 (Patreon)

 "Umm... Paolo?" Samuel said, a few minutes later. "I may be wrong since I don't know the city as well as you do, but I don't think this is the way to my apartment."

" You're not mistaken, my dear. I just want to show you another place before I take you home. But don't worry. This won't take long!"

"I... I'm not sure this is a good idea, Paolo. I mean..."

"Just relax, Samantha. Do you trust me?"

"O-of course! But..."

"Then this is what matters! I want our first date is truly special. You deserve that."

"T-thank you, Paolo" Samuel said as the car crossed streets he had never seen before, wondering once again how it was even possible that he had ended up in that situation. 

"You're welcome, my dear. You always are. But you know, I've been thinking about something for some time now. When I asked you out, you said no at first, and later you changed your mind. I'm not complaining, of course, but I'd like to know what motivated this change of attitude."

That was it – the great chance Samuel had been waiting for. Now he just had to say that he really had been interested in Mr. Abano since the beginning, but was afraid that people might think he had gotten that job as a model just because he was dating the owner of the brand. So, if Mr. Abano wanted them to keep dating, he had to agree to terminate Samuel's contract immediately. 

He was about to pull those words out when something stopped him. He realized it was too early for an ultimatum like that. Mr. Abano truly seemed to be into Samantha, sure, but that kind of pressure could  scare him, sounding as if the woman was already demanding a serious relationship. Samuel needed to be a little more patient. The right thing to do was to wait for Mr. Abano to make the first move in that regard.

"I bet you're curious, aren't you, Paolo?" the feminized man said, teasing playfully. "There’s a good reason or that, and we'll discuss this issue… but only at the right time."

"Umm... A girl with secrets... Yes, I like that!" he said, and Samuel giggled. 

"But what I can say right now” Samantha continued, “is that I couldn't be happier for changing my mind. I'm loooving the time we're spending together. You’re such a lovely man" she added, knowing that Mr. Abano would be delighted to hear that. However, his reaction was a little more enthusiastic than Samuel was expecting...

"Me too, Samantha. Me too" he said, placing his right hand on Samuel's left thighs, and starting to stroke it. 

Samuel then held his breath, not knowing what to do. Be careful with what you wish for, he thought, terrified. But then, as if that situation couldn't get any worse, his own body betrayed him. Slowly he began to feel aroused by Mr. Abano's careless! 

Perhaps that was just because Samuel hadn't had any kind of sexual relief for a very, very long time – added to the fact that he had drunk a few glasses of wine – but the thing was that he was undoubtedly  getting hornier and hornier feeling Mr. Abano's big hand massaging his smooth leg. 

At that point, they had already left the center of the city and were on some kind of motorway with very few curves, so Paolo technically didn't need both hands to drive. The car was getting faster and faster, and Samuel felt a rush of adrenaline. He liked sports cars, after all, and that was the first time ever he was in a Ferrari, feeling the wind against his face. Luckily, the hairdresser had used a lot of lacquer to hold his hair at the salon. Otherwise, it would be a mess now.

Maybe realizing how much his beautiful date was enjoying the experience, Paolo accelerated even more. Samuel got overwhelmed by his feelings and was unable to think straight. The car speed mixed with his hornyness made him even more susceptible to Mr. Abano advances. The Italian man's hand reached the inside of Samuel's leg, dangerously close to his groin. Unconsciously, Samuel pressed his legs together and closed his eyes. God, he was so turned on! He thought he could come at any moment now! But then, suddenly, everything stopped… 

"Here we are, my dear" Paolo said, parking the car at the roadside. "I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride!" he smirked. 

Trying to control his breathing, Samuel looked around. He couldn't see anything. They were still enveloped by the darkness of the road, with no building in sight. 

"W-where are we, exactly?" he asked, nervous. 

"You'll see in a minute. Let me help you get out of the car..."