Touching Her Body
...She sat with her back up against me giving me a clear view of her breasts, it also left my hands free to explore her inner thighs. She wore a sun dress. It was tight and form fitting--very sexy and smoot to the touch. She was reluctant about letting me in. This made me want her even more. I don't know what it was about her but every part of me tingled with pleasure. My manhood stood at full attention and the imprint on my basketball shorts revealed it's size. This clearly turned her on. We talked and just like in "The Best Blow Job Ever" the conversation aided in my stimulation and hers too.
She rested her on my lap. Of course it was to be closer to the bulge in my pants but I didn't mind, in fact I was eager for her to taste it. But she was strong. She kept insisting that she would allow my hand up her dress. She fought with me as I only went places she'd want me to. I kissed her neck, licked behind her ears. She'd fall silent in these moments and would fall at ease and allow my hand further up her skirt. I ran my hands over her ass, which was so soft, and in the car lit up by the light of the dvd screen, which at this time played music, I could see that her love was revealed, open to the world, to me. She wore no underwear. My breaths quickened with lust and more subliminally, tenderness. I wanted her as she explained to me the harsh realities she had been facing in North Carlina. To me, one's life story is the most touching and revealing part of that person and in her confiding in me it enabled me to get closer to her beyond the status of two strangers whom had only met the day before. I leaned down with her still in my lap, my hand still caressing her and squeezing her. I kissed and I licked as I went closer and closer to her love. My tongue careesed her walls, she inhaled with pleasure. I panted with lust I wanted to go further and further. Steven had given me a condom that he had stashed in his old room back at Aunt Linda's house. But it would be difficult to make the move with my father sitting, drunk, in the front seat....
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She rested her on my lap. Of course it was to be closer to the bulge in my pants but I didn't mind, in fact I was eager for her to taste it. But she was strong. She kept insisting that she would allow my hand up her dress. She fought with me as I only went places she'd want me to. I kissed her neck, licked behind her ears. She'd fall silent in these moments and would fall at ease and allow my hand further up her skirt. I ran my hands over her ass, which was so soft, and in the car lit up by the light of the dvd screen, which at this time played music, I could see that her love was revealed, open to the world, to me. She wore no underwear. My breaths quickened with lust and more subliminally, tenderness. I wanted her as she explained to me the harsh realities she had been facing in North Carlina. To me, one's life story is the most touching and revealing part of that person and in her confiding in me it enabled me to get closer to her beyond the status of two strangers whom had only met the day before. I leaned down with her still in my lap, my hand still caressing her and squeezing her. I kissed and I licked as I went closer and closer to her love. My tongue careesed her walls, she inhaled with pleasure. I panted with lust I wanted to go further and further. Steven had given me a condom that he had stashed in his old room back at Aunt Linda's house. But it would be difficult to make the move with my father sitting, drunk, in the front seat....
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