I picked her up at her parent’s house, when she came out of her bedroom she looked incredible. She wore a black dress that hugged her slim figure, it buttoned in the front, which made it my favorite. Her blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, letting her natural waves lay beautifully along her back. Walking her to my car feeling like a king. I could not wait to get her to my car and be alone with her. It was our habit to kiss at the passenger door after I had opened her. Where were we going? Well, my father, who was a pastor, was invited to preach a Friday night rally in the neighboring County.
As we kissed, I tasted her mouth. She was intoxicating her warmth and soft lips were like an illicit drug to me. She didn’t move, she allowed me to explore her, I ran my hands down her back feeling her firm body through her hair and dress, and I rested a hand on her perfect behind. Something felt missing, her dress hugged tighter to her body, there was a smoothness to the touch, I didn’t feel a barrier of pantyhose or panties. I could feel skin through her dress. She slowly pulled away, wrapping her arms around my neck, she placed her chin on my chest, looking up into my face like she had a deep but exciting secret. She whispered, “I’m wearing a thong, and my bra has no straps”.