“I said kissing only,” Christy protested.
“I know. I heard you and I agreed,” said Paul with a smile. “But I thought it only fair to warn you of my future intentions which are you naked, watching my cock approaching. Maybe not tonight, but you have been warned.”
Christy blushed but didn’t say anything. She felt a little flushed, heat pooling deep inside her. OK, she’d probably have to use a stick to beat him off sometime in the future but for this evening she was safe. Kissing only.
OK. Kissing and some petting, but that was through her clothes, not trying to remove them. That she could put up with.
Paul straightened up slightly, smiling down at Christy who was effectively lying down on the back seat.
“Kissing only,” he said in a musing voice. “I assume a little tongue is permitted when I’m kissing your lips?”
“I guess,” said Christy, giggling.
“Hey, what are you doing?” were her next words.
Paul had lifted up her dress and his face was buried against her panties. No, it wasn’t. He’d hooked her panties to one side. He was kissing her mound. He couldn’t do that.
“Kissing your lips, as agreed,” he told her. “If you’ll excuse me I’m about to add a little tongue, as agreed.”
With that his head was between her legs again, his mouth on her mound. She could feel his teeth scraping lightly against her lips and his tongue, oh god, his tongue. It had slipped between her lips and was touching her internally. She tried to twist away but he was holding her in place. She clutched at his hair, pulling it, trying to pull him away, but afraid to pull to hard in case she hurt him. She gave a startled scream when his tongue found what appeared to be a very sensitive spot.
“Stop that,” she wailed, starting to feel a little desperate.
“Can I kiss your breasts instead?” he asked.
“Yes. Just stop what you’re doing.”
She was breathing hard, watching as he undid her blouse. What had she just agreed to? Didn’t matter. She’d had no choice.
Paul parted her blouse and a hand slipped behind her to undo her bra. Pushing it out of the way he gently stroked her breasts. Finding her nipples responsive to his touch he bent down and suckled on one. Christy was breathing hard and moving restlessly. She became even more restless when a hand slipped inside her panties, pushing them down a little so that Paul had free access, something he was quick to take advantage of, rubbing and squeezing her mound.
“Enough,” she shouted, trying hard to pull away from him, relieved to find him letting her.
She glanced down at herself. Her blouse gaped open and her bra was pushed up and off her breasts, leaving the fully exposed. Her dress was rucked up around her waist and her panties were halfway down to her knees. She might as well be naked and she said so.
“God, I might as well be naked with what I’m showing. How could you do this?”
“Um, quite happily,” Paul told her. He took her hand and pressed it against himself and her eyes went a little wider to find herself holding a hot, hard, erection.
“Damn you,” she said, snatching her hand away. “I said kissing only and you agreed.”