"I don't know," she stammered, pulling her lips away from his. "It seems kinda ... risky..."
He slid his hand further up her thighs, brushing the bottom edge of her boy shorts beneath her short skirt. His denim clad thigh was wedged between both of hers, the fingers of his right hand running just underneath the edge of her boy shorts at her ass. She'd worn them knowing her skirt was short and wanting full coverage, but even with it, his fingers left her feeling naked.
"No one will know..." he breathed into her lips as he slid his fingers along the curve of her ass.
She wriggled against him, feeling a tingling twitch deep in her belly. Their tongues, tangled together between breathes, lapped at one another's mouths. They tasted and tested each other, exploring each other just as their hands wandered.
She slide her hands down her own back, grabbing his by the wrist and pulling them both in front of her. "Maybe we should... you know, go somewhere." She pulled back from his lips long enough to bat her eyelashes at him. He smiled down at her, cheeks dimpling.
"We could, yeah." He murmured, watching as she turned and pulled him down the hall toward the door.
"You paid our tab, right?" she looked back over her shoulder. He nodded at her and she continued pulling him toward the exit.
Hitting the cool air of the spring night, she shivered. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her high, tight ass against his crotch. The walked to his car with him wrapped around her, and she snuggled into him, blocking the chilly breeze with his arms. As they approached his car, he pushed her against the driver's side door gently. Willingly, she leaned against it, letting her cheek rest against the window pane as he ground his hips against her ass an stealthily lifted her skirt to feel her ass through her boy shorts.
"mmmm" she whimpered, cheek pressed against the car.
"You like that?" he whispered into her hair, again running his fingers below the seem of the boy shorts. His fingers were sliding from the outside of her right hip between her legs. With each back and forth movement, his fingers grew closer and closer to her pussy, which made her squirm and wiggle, hoping and wanting him to touch her, but also not wanting him to. "You do like that, don't you?" he teased, just as his fingers brushed against her swollen outer lips.
Pushing her hips back, she made enough room to swivel herself around to face him. "Don't tease me like that," she pouted, looking up at him beneath her eyelashes. Her brown eyes were wide and guileless, rendering him breathless a moment.
"Don't tease you like what?" he asked. He captured her pouting lips with his and plundered her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues tangled a while, their breathing coming heavier. When she finally broke away, his right hand was up her shirt, his left up her skirt, again toying wit the hem of her boy shorts. "Let's go," he said, as he pulled away from her and unlocked the door.
Instead of walking around to the passenger side, she crawled, ass in the air, from the driver's side to the passenger side of his car. He watched as crawled over the seat, savoring the vision of her ass in the air, savoring the thought that it wouldn't be the last time tonight it would be.
On the ride home, she held his hand in her lap while he drove to her place. She had her legs spread just enough for him to fit his hand against her pussy. He'd slid her shorts aside just enough to toy with her wet entrance. It was distracting to him how wet she was, but he kept his eyes on the road, his middle finger sliding smoothly between her moist lips. Every so often he slid it all the way inside of her, as far as his angle would allow him, and then back out. Her breathing hitched each time he did, and he felt her tensing and bucking against his hand.
