Asian hairy girlsThe party was one town over, about a half hour’s ride away.
I’d been going nuts with wanting this man all week, and the second we
were in the car I leaned over and kissed him, sliding my tongue into
his mouth. He tasted faintly minty, as his tongue pressed back against
mine. His hand came up under my neck, behind my head, and he pulled
me closer to him for a moment before letting go.
“You look incredible tonight,” he murmured into my ear,
playfully dipping his tongue into it.
“So do you,” I said. “Shall we go? The sooner we get to
the party, the sooner we can decently leave so I can fuck your brains
out. Sex on the phone the other night was fun, but…”
“Right then.” He pulled away from me, drawing his hand across
my breasts as he did so.
The mistake I made is easy to spot, in retrospect. We were just
on the verge of leaving town when I put my hand on his knee. I really
did mean it to be just affectionate, despite how Craig has teased me
since. But his knee was a little far down, and before I realized it my
hand had slid up his thigh, and my fingers brushed against the bulge
under the soft material of his pants. And from there, I really
couldn’t help myself, memories of how good his eight inches had felt
the week before and all. I moved my hand up higher, and gave him a
good, hard squeeze through the cloth. He moaned, just a little, and
leaned back in the seat to give me more access.