“Mmmmmm.” She closes her eyes, gently rubbing up to my stomach and back down over crotch, and up again. Agonizingly slow, light, gentle.
“I won’t grab those perfect tits of yours, or lick off all those crumbs you spilled on yourself.”
“You won’t?”
“Or draw lines on you with my cum, or make you open those delicious legs.”
She is quiet now, and I continue to drive.
“I want to work out first. You watch me?”
“Yes.”
“You take off your clothes too. That’s the deal.”
And when we pull into her driveway she flips her leg over the top of me, and sits down on my lap facing me. Her little dress is spread out around her, so she is basically sitting down on my cock with her bare cunny. Her hips rocking and she settles down against me, and I moan at the feel of her pushing down on me.
She says, “you are seriously sexy, you smell so good right now.” And she kisses me, turning her head as shes kissing me, we open wide and let our tongues play. Her eyes are closed, her hair down around our faces. She releases her kiss and holds my face with her hands looking in my eyes. “This is seriously stupid you know,” she says with her lips nearly touching mine, rocking her hips and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close.
Oh, my god.
I am more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
I groan, “I know. Dumbest dumbest thing ever.”
She locks her leg around the back of my leg as we are kissing again, which gives her leverage to push her bare mound hard against my crotch and I swear to god I was going to cum. I bring my hands down and beneath her dress and grab her bare ass – fucking god – feeling her rocking on me. She looks like she is fucking me, still kissing and dry humping in my struck.
She pulls back again and we catch our breaths, getting a little ahead of ourselves.
“Come on.”
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The energy was electric as we walked into her place. She said nothing, lay her purse down on a chair and began turning on lights and closing blinds.
I felt numb, and was literally trembling.
“Here we are,” Sasha said to no one in particular. She turned her back to me, showing me, “Can you untie this?”
I pulled the little tie at her waist and watched the dress, that was cinched around her waist fall loosely around her hips. She walked away from me pulling her hair back over her shoulders and holding it in a sort of pony tail before letting it go, and taking a deep sigh she let the dress drop down her arms and off her hips, falling around her feet.
I said softly, “I could get used to that.”
She turned her head to me and smiled, “You too.” And touched her nose, meaning she expected a naked brother along with herself. More lights turned on, and then she walked into the kitchen and called out. “Want anything to drink.” So casual and natural. I really could get used to this. I loved being with her.
“Uh, sure.”
“What?”
I laughed, “Something strong.”
She walked back into the room, naked with two glasses with ice, and a bottle of scotch and set it on a side table. She also had unwrapped the cake, put it on a little plate and set it next to the scotch.