While driving back to the house after dinner, we notice the sky growing darker. The weatherman said there was a chance of rain. However, after living here for a couple of years, I've learned that the predictions are just that. Usually when it does rain, it's rarely for longer than five or ten minutes. I look out the side window at the ominous clouds rumbling overhead, the rolling and churning matches the feeling inside me. The fury and need that you created in the restaurant, continues to build within; gathering momentum, absorbing energy, needing release, waiting, wanting to burst open. Abruptly, I turn the car towards the free way. It will take longer to get home, but I need to feel the speed of the open road. I glance over at you, reclining in the seat, eyes closed, appearing as if not to have a care in the world. You reach over, pull the skirt apart, exposing my leg to you.
You softly run your flat hand along the outside of my thigh- fingertips lightly brushing the sensitive skin above the lacy top stocking; before firmly running your hand to my knee; applying slight pressure, your fingers pressing lightly but firmly on each side of my thigh. Instantly, my heart and pulse race as your hand glides up and down my thigh from the lacy top down to my knee, over and over again, the repetition is soothing even though my pulse continues to race. I look over at you again, eyes closed, a slight grin on your lips. You know exactly what buttons to push to keep me so wanting, so needing to have you. I look over my shoulder as I merge into traffic. There aren't many cars on the road, so I head into the far left lane and hit the gas. Your hand stops at the top of my stocking, your fingertips barely touching my soft exposed flesh- not moving, just resting; my breath quickens as my foot eases up on the gas, realizing exactly how fast I was going. Getting arrested for excessive speed and driving to endanger are not high on my list of things to do tonight. Not to mention that you'd never let me live that one down.
As I take the connecter and head east towards home, both my blood and the clouds above continue to churn to a slow boil. I wonder aloud if we will get rain or if it will pass. The clouds continue to grow darker, matching the power of my lust for you. The hunger I feel has nothing to do with a need for food; it is the sustenance of you that drives me now.
I head over to the right lane to get off the exit, as I downshift, you resume stroking my thigh from flesh to knee. A soft sigh escapes my lips, and a growl emerges as the traffic light turns red. I hear a chuckle from you, glance over, and notice your eyes are still closed, but the grin on your face is now wide. Once again, I'm purely amazed at the power of your touch has on my body and on my mind. The only thought I have is getting you into the house and having you when we walk in the door.
I pull into the drive, you take the keys from me as we walk to the door, unlock the door and step back letting me to enter before you, your hand cups my ass as I move past you... I step into the room just beyond the door and wait for you to follow. You close the door behind you, your eyes never leaving mine. No longer smiling- your eyes are blazing with desire as I close the space between us and push your back against the door. I take your face in my hands and lean in to kiss you, stopping short to glide my tongue along your bottom lip, then nipping with my teeth, softly taking your lip in between my own, sucking softly as I press myself to you. I feel your hands on my waist, pulling me closer still, feeling your cock already hard, between us. I press my lips to yours sliding my tongue into your mouth; seeking exploring, finding yours. Our tongues dance together in a fiery dance that only fuels the burning below.
