A few glasses of wine, enjoyable conversation, flirting, a boast and a challenge accepted.
Along the way to the city, towards the excitement of the night life and the activity, you let your hand rest on my thigh, feeling the soft warmth of my skin, and let your fingers run circles up and down, getting closer and closer to my crotch, feeling the warmth there, and enjoying feeling I slink down in the seat a little, as if to urge your hand further up. You knew that driving fast, feeling the rumble of the engine as you raced it through the gears would help heat things up, both for the car and for my engine.
After the waiter takes our drink orders we sit back and discuss what is going on with our lives. The hectic days had made us feel connected. After many tries and schedule changes we had finally arranged to get a night out with no responsibilities.
“I need to fuck you,” he said. “Now.”
The ride to Matt’s place was the longest and most pleasurable it’s ever been. As he drove, Matt slid one hand up my thigh under my dress. I was dripping with the anticipation of his fingers on me, but he stopped short of my wetness and squeezed my thigh instead.
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