What a difference in Matt and Chuck.What a difference in Matt and Chuck. Normally Mink would have been ready for at least thirty minutes before Matt would ever arrive, and the only announcement of his presence would be the roar of his bike in the driveway outside the house. There was certainly much to be said for someone with his manners, even if his love-making was a bit routine and lack-luster at times. As the young couple drove away, Mink slid over closer to Chuck, sliding her dress up nearly to the tops of her stockings and placing her hand high on his thigh. He smiled at her warmly and placed his hand on her leg, massaging the stockinged flesh and working his way almost too slowly toward the top of her leg. Responding to his touch, Mink closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder. She wondered if he knew that he could stop the car at that very moment and do whatever he wanted to with her. As much as she would enjoy the nice dinner and the movie they would see following it, she wanted and needed more than anything to be in the arms of a man tonight. Sliding her hand up Chuck's thigh she found his small cock and rubbed it gently, feeling it begin to respond. Maybe she should suggest that they just park somewhere and forget dinner and the movie. But she had tried that before and had been disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. No, she would have to wait and hope that he would want and need her as much as she needed him. Opening her legs and taking Chuck's hand in hers she slid it past the top of her stocking and over her naked inner thigh pressing it against her wet pantied crotch and wishing he would slide his fingers under the edge and finger her. |