I watched his arm come round me as he leaned in for a kiss. His hand grasped the back of my head and held me tightly. Our tongues touched tips and as they did, I could feel his hand slide under my skirt along my inner thigh. Then he slid his hand under the back of my knee and began caressing lightly high up on my thighs, close but not quite touching my labia.

Just the thought that he might touch me made me writhe with excitement. I was even more aroused because I thought it likely he could feel how damp my legs were. I’d been dripping for hours…at least a couple hours before making the drive to meet him. A few times I could feel drops of moisture hit my ankles while we walked together and I had to wonder if I smelled of arousal to him.

He kissed me for a long moment and then withdrew. My mind was so muddled, I couldn’t accept for a moment that he’d let me go. I cannot imagine how I’d kept my knees together, but I wished that he’d touch me…I wanted to feel his fingers caressing my sex. I heard a light panting sound. I realized it was me as my brain cleared of desire….I looked at him to discover him grinning in deep satisfaction at witnessing my arousal.

I have no idea what my expression was, but I could feel the corners of my mouth lifting a little in a responsive smile. I wanted to grab him and arouse him until he couldn’t help himself about taking me….

I could feel more moisture dripping down my legs as I walked to my car after his good night kiss. My mind felt filled with flashes, images of him….His cock in my mouth, and feeling my tongue rolling over him…His hands on my bottom applying a paddle or his hand to make my skin stingy…Kissing me more with his thick fingers inside me…

The images were many and distracted me the whole way home.

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