I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road.
Her legs made sure of that.
I wud try and move my hands sometimes on them but soon she wud move them.
It was a sweet nite. Finally, I had her out for a late gig. On our way, I just was mesmerized by her as usual, and it’s not like I m not horny about her always, but I was really haunted by her curves.
She didn’t allow me to fiddle much but once I did manage to catch a peck or two of her while we were parked below the bistro to rendezvous wit some friends. She felt like a spell that nite. She wore a short sexy red dress and her skin gleamed in the streetlights. Her legs lit up like high waves below a full moon. I was literally like a last level drug addict next to a line of the finest ecstasy. I was just dying to hit all of her.