I leaned in to meet her and our lips touched, mouth slightly parted, and her tongue found its way dancing across mine. I found myself thinking about a vignette of a conversation we had earlier. She wasn’t into a lot of slobber, so I was evaluating the saliva on her end. Pretty minimal and clean.
We broke apart and continued conversation, eager smiles adorned each of our faces. We talked and kissed, talked and kissed for the next several hours, breaking only to get another round. Our hands continued to caress and lock fingers. I placed her hand lightly on my lap, gently brushing against a pulsating bulge. I tried to keep it subtle. She pretended not to notice, while her leaning into it gave her up.
As the bartender and sole worker started stacking chairs on tables, we realized time had flown by and decided to leave, beers half-finished. I always took that as a hallmark to a great initial connection – too busy into each other to care about finishing the drinks.
I went up to close the tab and felt a presence behind me. I smiled and pushed her wallet back into her handbag. No need for that tonight.
I walked her to her car, parked street side. Her back faced the passenger door, with both of us standing on the sidewalk. I can’t even remember how it started, but we began making out with so much more passion, held back previously at the bar and being in public. Our hands roamed over one another, I felt her pulling at my back under my shirt.
We heard footsteps from another couple. I recognized them from the bar. The guy yelled out “They are gonna have sex!” This was right by a college, so I smirked and continued. They crossed the street and gave us some space, which was appreciated.
She pulled her left breast out of her shirt and told me to kiss her nipple. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it, hearing her exclaim “That’s going to make me cum.” We continued for a moment and I decided to tease a bit more, pushing her boob back into her bra, and moving my mouth to her collarbone and neck.
As my lips brushed against her neck towards the bottom of her ear, I felt her hand firmly grab my cock through my jeans. I was so turned on at this point, she gasped and more than whispered, “Oh my god…”.
I decided this was permission to return in kind, and rubbed against her thighs and crotch through her jeans. I could feel intense heat and couldn’t stop myself from going further. “God you’re strong” was heard multiple times as I passionately pulled her towards me while kissing.
Stretchy jeans are great, I pressed my hand into her pants and under her underwear. I immediately felt a slick, wet reward. I traced around her outer labia, resisting my own urges to get deep inside. Taste me, were instructions I spent no time questioning. I looked directly into her eyes while licking my fingers, savoring the moment and taking my time while she watched.
My restraints were rewarded with moans and squirms. I lost sight and focus of our surroundings, I became determined to make her orgasm right there on the sidewalk. Slowly, in half circles and up and down, I gently and consistently pressed on her clit. I could feel her body start to shake, and I used my other arm to hold her up on me while pressed onto her car.
She shuddered, and I kissed her deeply to try and cover some of the sounds, quickly getting louder and louder. I felt her start to relax and moved back to kissing her neck and collar, half-holding her up while she recovered.
I felt her strength and senses return, breathing change, and relaxed my grip. She expressed wanting to return the favor to me. I grinned mischievously. Another time – this one was for her. I walked her over to the drivers side, opened her door, and kiss-pushed her inside. We parted ways and I headed home.
