{ 09 09 2009 }

Hot Summer Nights

Drinks turned into dinner. Dinner turned into more drinks. While he looked at me from across the booth, I wondered if he was thinking what I hoped he was thinking. I wanted my hands all over his lean body, his defined pecs that I had unsuccessfully been trying not to stare at since we arrived at the bar. I bit the tip of my finger and hoped he could read my mind.

I could tell from the first time he looked at me that he was interested. It was in a flash of the eyes when we first saw each other from across the room, then in his big smile when he eased onto the stool next to mine. As much as I love the thrill of the hunt, I love it just as much when my prey rolls over at my feet and plays dead. Less chasing means more naked time.

He kept teasing me about my height every time I went to cross my legs and cursed when my knee bumped the underside of the table. I had changed into a denim miniskirt that showed off my muscular legs like the inviting trap they are, and I hoped he was having as much trouble concentrating on speaking as I was.

As we walked back to his car, he took my hand. I had wanted him to grab my ass instead.

When we slid into our seats, he paused before starting the car. He looked at me. Slowly I crossed my long legs, showing miles of meaty thigh. I waited. I’m sick of being the one to make the first move every time, but hells yeah I’ll encourage all I can.

His eager eyes closed and an instant later I felt his breath on my neck, his hands in my hair. We kissed with aching hunger.

My right leg drew up toward him, insisting on straddling his lap. His small car didn’t allow any maneuvering, which he cursed frequently. Instead his hand went to my knee and slowly slid up my exposed thigh. My own hand went to his chest to explore the hard pec underneath his short-sleeved work shirt.

Not a single lady-like thought passed through my mind as I hungrily slid my nails down over his torso and continued to his crotch. His entire body shuddered when my hand cupped his hard dick through the blue jeans. My hand explored. I grinned. Oh how I wanted to pull his long dick out and give him the cock-sucking of a lifetime, but I’m beginning to learn patience. Oh who am I kidding. I’m finally learning the game of how to make a guy thirsty with lust instead of promise.

Not that I pushed away his hands as they explored my ass, the now-sweaty inside of my thighs, the heat of my pussy. With his lips parted in hunger, he looked up at me for an okay while his finger strummed against my damp panties. My lips spread into an evil grin. He dipped a single finger inside me. Immediately my head fell back, exposing my throat. He sucked on my neck to the same rhythm that he fingered me. He pulled my panties farther aside, and at last he bent all the way over in the driver’s seat and licked me up and down. His torso shuddered at first lick. The entire car smelled like hot pussy. Damn, he said.

So gentlemanly and composed in the bar, he looked so different in the car with my hand rubbing his cock and his face between my legs. His eyes said he was lost in his body and mine, completely at my mercy. Fuuuck he whispered again and again.

Hells FUCKING YEAH. We exchanged phone numbers and already texted back and forth. We will be seeing each other again very soon.

Posted by Over Educated Nympho on Wednesday, September 9th, 2009, at 9:41 am, and filed under dating, Raw Sex.

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