She wore her soft black skirt, as she said she would and when she opened the door and looked at me, she was smiling.. knowing exactly what I was thinking and how glad I was to see she’d worn it tonight. She looked simply gorgeous. It was dark out but the parking lot lights gave enough light that when she sat down and closed the door, I could still see clearly her nicely tanned legs and noticed how smooth and round her knees were, protruding from the hem of her skirt. I could also see the contrast of the cream colored lacey, low cut, sleeveless top she was wearing against the soft tan cleavage of her fine breasts. She was stunning and the car was suddenly a lot warmer than it had been before she arrived. Because of what I’d seen, or maybe because I was a little nervous, I started the car to let the air conditioning cool it (and me) down just a bit.
When I felt the car was at the right temperature, I turned it off and reached for her hand. Almost instinctively, she turned so that her body was facing me and we kissed deeply but gently and softly. The kiss seemed to last just long enough to calm our anxieties and when it was over, I held her tightly against my chest. Again I was amazed at how well put together she was, how nice her legs looked, and how nice and firm her breasts were. She leaned back and we talked a bit. It was mostly small talk but we listen to each other well and have a bahis firmaları certain intensity when we discuss things, even if they’re not romantic or important in the grand scheme of things.
When we kissed again, my hand went down over her right knee and slipped under the hem of her skirt. I could feel every sensation of romantic & sexual energy I possessed come alive when my hand touched the inside of her thigh and when I felt her open her legs for me to slide my hand further under her skirt, the intensity swelled so much that I thought my head was beginning to float off of my shoulders. That wasn’t the only thing swelling, however, and with perfect timing, I felt her hand slide down my leg until she felt the excitement that her beauty and sexuality had initiated in me. She looked somewhat surprised, but i could tell she also gratified that she could, in such a short time, arouse me that much. I was hard, and big. much bigger than she’d felt the first time and it was probably because I was more nervous or because I knew we didn’t have much time that first time. Whatever it was, it was certainly not a factor this time and became even less a factor as she began to run her hand up and down my warm, hard shaft.
Meanwhile, my hands were also exploring her fine body. As my left hand was stroking her arm and then up over her shoulder and back down between her breasts and over her now erect nipples, kaçak iddaa my right hand was entering her forbidden zone to a point where I could feel the curls of her hair against the tips of my fingers. she wasn’t wearing panties at all and I wasn’t complaining. She was so fine.
As I grasped the top of her blouse gently and eased her closer to me, I could feel her legs open wider and I turned my hand and slid it under her warm and moist desire. We kissed deeply. My middle finger slipped inside her and I left my outside fingers in the warm, seldom explored, creases between her thighs and the sides of her nicely formed mound. It was breathtaking. I felt her start to try and unzip my pants and with my left hand, I assisted her by loosening my belt and unhooking the clasp. To her surprise, I too had left something off and her skillful fingers were soon wrapped around my full un-tethered, unrestrained manhood.
Again, we kissed. Deeper and more fervently than ever before. Her left hand was behind my head, pulling me closer and forcing our kisses to be harder and harder. My finger was sliding up and down her now soaking wet clit. Wet from the juices I was bringing forth from within her now extremely excited, steadily moving, thrusting body. Her hand was firm but not harsh and she was increasing the frequency and length of her pumping. the upper side of her hand was getting wet from my excitement kaçak bahis and soon that excitement had coated the entire underside of my shaft, starting with just under the smooth head, down the underneath side and, as she continued, I could feel the wetness all the way down to my tight, swollen balls. I was oozing with desire and the continuous sliding up and down of her talented hand was becoming easier and easier with each and every skillful stroke that she made.
It was about then that I remembered, and retrieved with my left hand, the folded napkins that I keep beside the door. When she noticed this, however, she pushed my hand back and slipped down on the seat, turning on her side so that I could still massage her hot, wet pussy and then slipped her mouth down all the way over my throbbing cock. Our movements and our excitement intensified to unbelievable heights and as she moved her mouth up and down on me for about the fourth or fifth time, I couldn’t hold back any more. As I was emptying my passion into her soft sweet mouth, I could feel her body pressing hard against my fingers and against the palm of my hand and I increased the pressure and speed of my caresses. When it was over, my hand was totally soaked, her mouth was dripping wet and we were totally, completely wet with sweat. I lifted her back up and brought my hand slowly up along her thigh, up to my mouth and, gently grabbing her hair, pulled her to me so that together we could kiss and suck and lick and enjoy the remaining fruits of our passionate rendezvous. One I’ll not forget for a long, long time.
WES LEE JONES