I opened the passenger door for her before going to my side.I opened the passenger door for her before going to my side. Funny how a little thing like that politeness had slipped away from me. I got into the car and put the keys into the ignition. Instead of starting the car, I looked into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was. I wanted her to feel sexy and desirable. "Heather, your breasts are beautiful," I said, and slid a hand under her blouse to caress one of them. She was startled, but pressed against my hand. "When we get home, I want to make love to you, Heather. I want to feel your warm body against mine. I love you, "I said as I moved away from her to drive us to dinner. Heather just blushed and made a silly joke. It was her way of telling me that she was glad I liked them, but she didn't believe it. The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and flashing knowing smiles between us. Several times during the evening, I caught her off guard by expressing some overtly sexual thought out loud and out of context. When we got home, Heather was not prepared for what happened. Turning out the headlights of the car, I slid over to her and without saying a word, reached under her skirt and began to slide her panties off. She began to protest, but I looked sternly at her and told her to be quiet. She didn't say another word as I continued to remove her panties. |