I was pretty sure I could get used to it real fast.I was pretty sure I could get used to it real fast. I must admit I was a little puzzled when she slowed and put on her blinker. We were still in a wholly commercial part of town. She turned the car into a restaurant parking lot and pulled into a garage, completely dark except from the light which came from a streetlight on the corner. She squealed into a spot and stopped, turning the key in the ignition and letting the car die. "Would you mind very much if I got naked?" She asked, the weirdest look on her face. My eyes must have gotten really wide, because they sort of felt like they had popped out part way. "Here?" "Yep. Here." And she meant it. She proved she meant it. Right there. She sort of scooted up on one knee and faced sideways in her seat, resting one arm on the steering wheel. She leaned over and kissed me, another one of those really hot kisses. She took my tongue in her mouth and sucked on it, which was totally new to me; it was like she wanted me to fuck her mouth with it. She really got into kissing, and she was good at it. She sought out my hands, which were sort of lying in my lap, sort of trying to hide the bulge which was all too obvious in my pants, sort of trying to knead said bulge a little to keep my cock from exploding. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock under my pants, and just the touch of her hands left little burning trails behind. She pressed my hands to her breasts through her shirt, and waited a moment before helping me with the first button her blouse. With her blouse open, she leaned back away from me. She held her chest out proudly, nice creamy tits in that black push-up bra looking like the tastiest thing in the world. |