“You have nice hands” she said, giving me a coy grin over the candlelit table. I smiled, and looked her in the eyes, our gaze locking just long enough to build the tension that had been present since I picked her up. We both knew what was going to go down later that evening. It was inevitable. I looked down at my food and made a quip about how she looked almost as delectable as the buttery pasta on my plate. She blushed, and the rest of the meal seemed to go by in a blur.
Even in the car, she was teasing me. Rubbing my already hard cock over my pants, playing with the waistband, she was making it very difficult to concentrate on driving. It was honestly a wonder we made it home in one piece.