I can hear you coming down the road… my stomach flip flops like I’m still 16. I swipe on my lip gloss and run downstairs to meet you, but my dad beat me outside. You two are looking at your car and I am standing on the porch laughing because somethings never change.
My parents think we’re just catching up, old times and reminiscing…just a couple of old friends.
We finally get in the car and you tear off making me scream and laugh, grabbing your leg. I turn up the radio and keep my hand on your thigh, running my nails along your leg. I’m in a sundress, but not much more…
My hand has found it’s way back over to my side of the car and unbuckled my seatbelt so I can get up on my knees. The straps have slipped off my shoulders and the skirt is bunched up on my thighs. I’m barely covered up when I lean over and kiss your neck, my hand starts working it’s way down. I love teasing you, taking my time- just sliding a finger or two over your hard dick…. Stroking and feeling it twitch against my hand. I lick your earlobe and give it a sharp bite.