We parked next to the curb in front of the theater about 20 minutes early for the midnight movie - Alien. A classic horror flick, so I figured Rachel would be jumping and grabbing me all night, and by the time we got back to her place, she would be climbing all over me, frantic to get into my pants.
She turned to me from the passenger's seat with a half smile and this crazy look she would get in her eyes sometimes when she was about to be bad. Her sheer lavender dress had spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage, and I couldn't keep myself from stealing glances at her silky smooth, natural breasts.
"God, it turns me on the way you look at my body when I dress like this."
She had been dressing more provocatively ever since I broke up with her, telling her the white lie that I still wanted to be friends. I assume she was trying to tempt me into getting back together, but it wasn't in the cards. I hadn't even signed my divorce papers yet.
Also she was not... stable. Nothing dangerous (yet), just the usual calling too late at night and driving by my house at odd hours. Sexy texts that tended to be weirdly and vaguely threatening as well.
What we had at this point was pretty much exactly what I wanted from our "relationship." Once every week or ten days we would get together for dinner or a glass of wine (that usually turned into a bottle of wine, or 3 or 4 margaritas - she also had a bit of an alcohol issue), and we would end up making out on the couch of her 1-bedroom midtown apartment, and then usually she would go down on me.
Like many semi-crazy 30-something women I knew Rachel gave excellent head - both enthusiastic and technically skilled.
This had probably happened a half dozen times since the breakup. We had fucked once or twice as well.
Rachel was short - about 4'9" - with bobbed, dark hair, big almond-shaped eyes, a flat, sort of wide ass, and large, natural breasts. She had been showing her tits off more and more obviously every time we got together as she tried to rekindle our relationship. She was attractive in a quirky way - like a slightly plump anime character - although not my usual type, and we had good chemistry. And also the blowjobs.
She reached over and pulled my face towards her, jamming her full lips against mine and shoving her tongue in my mouth to meet my own. She took a deep breath, pushing her left breast against my chest and moaning softly.
"Fuck, I'm wet," she breathed into my ear. Rachel had a fairly deep voice to begin with and when she was turned on it got positively husky.
I tangled the fingers of my left hand into the hair on the back of her neck and pulled slightly, tilting her head back so I could smell, kiss and lick her neck. I let my hand trail down her body, exploring her breasts, torso, and thighs as I went, until I came to the hem of her skirt. I slid my hand up the inside of her leg as I kissed her, brushing the tiny, puckered lips of her shaved pussy with my fingertips.
"No underwear... Nice."
"Unh uh."
We locked eyes and I moved my middle finger in circles around the opening of her cunt.
"You are wet," I whispered.
She just nodded, then reached over and put her open palm on my upper thigh, next to my hardening cock. She kissed me again, mouth open and yielding, panting just a bit.
"Push your seat back," she whispered. I reached down grasped the lever and moved my seat back as far as it would go. When I straightened up, she undid my belt, then unbuttoned my jeans.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up."
I could smell her pussy now, filling the confines of her early-90s Civic as the air got hotter and moister.
I lifted my hips as she pushed my jeans and underwear down to my knees. She had freed my erect cock and had it in her hand almost immediately, gently stroking it as she worked my neck and ear with her lips and tongue.
