You motioned with your eyes for me to make my way over to the secluded corner booth. I grabbed my gin and tonic and was on my way; I slipped by suited men and min-skirted girls, drifted on cigarette smoke and perfume. There you were seated with a lonely scotch on the rocks. You lent a sly grin and your blue eyes glimmered as rain glided down the red tinted glass. You were gorgeous.
"Sit down." You motioned.
Your voice always melts me. Seated happily, you took out your pack of cigarettes and made an offer I refused.
"Well do you mind if I do?" Thoughtfully asked.
The flame reflected itself off your thin black rimmed glasses, and all I could think about were your lips. That soft pout of your lower lip as you took the first drag off the cigarette. You said you'd been having a bad week. I smiled and sipped my drink. My eyes darted right and left checking to see if anyone had noticed us in our tiny corner booth.
I decided to be daring and changed position, so I could be closer to you. I moved before you could offer protest and object to my right hand being on your left thigh; just above your knee it rested. I took pleasure in knowing I had you blocked into our little corner; no escape allowed. You were mine.
I giggled and moved that hand inward closer to your crotch. You playfully scolded me.
"Now you're just being naughty."
You took down the remainder of your drink in a courage gathering kind of way and asked the obvious.
"So, you wanna get out of here?"
I hadn't really thought it would rain and you had forgotten your umbrella in your car. Needless to say we were soaked when we finally found where you'd parked.
I ran my fingers through my wet hair in hopes of slicking it all back, because everyone looks better wet. I caught my first glimpse of a wet you and bit my lower lip. Fuck, you're beautiful. You smiled and made comment on the situation as you fiddled for your keys in your coat pocket. You cursed. You were drenched with rain. I reached for your hair and tucked a little lock behind your ear. I traced your ear with my index finger, moved down cheek and gave your white collar a tug.
Your search stopped and you turned toward me, latched firmly onto my waist and brought me close. The first kiss was hard and full, my body slammed back onto the cold door of the car, and my purse fell to the ground. Your weight pressed firmly on me. Your hand cradled my neck. I kissed back with force, our lips fighting for control. I could feel every ounce of passion releasing from me, and you gratefully returning it in full.
I needed to feel more of you against me, so I wrapped my leg around you, and brought you down harder against me.
We came up for air, and a breathless you made a suggestion.
"My place, yes."
The car doors slammed shut and we were dry and safe. I tucked my arm into yours and rested my head on your shoulder. We sped quickly through dimly lit, wet streets. I watched you work the gearshift and fingered your Swiss Army watch.
I raised myself up in my seat and positioned myself closer to you. I traced your ear again giving it a playful tug and moved my lips in close for a gentle kiss. I licked your neck and you moaned. Breathy and wonting, I let known my intentions.
"I'm aching for you. Really, really aching for you. I need you, bad."
The last few words were spoken with a kind of desperation. I fingered the buttons on your shirt and slowly felt my way down, my hand on your thigh just about to touch the prize.
The engine stopped and we'd reached our destination. You pulled the keys out of the ignition and turned full attention to me. Reaching for my thigh and giving my garter a snap, you leaned in for another full kiss and brought me as close as the car interior would allow.
I could feel your heat. I looked into those aquamarine eyes of yours and surrendered utterly. I was yours and you knew it completely. You grabbed hold of my still wet hair, forced my head into your lap, and whispered seductively.
"Here, let me take this out for you."
I heard your belt clink and your zipper went down. The prize was mine to gaze on in all its beauty.
I licked the top first, allowing myself to gently tongue your circumference, tickling you and teasing you before plunging you deep inside my mouth. I loved the feeling of you in the back of my throat.
A moan escaped your lips.
I licked you up and down, lubed you well and again took all of you in my mouth. When I came up for air, I took you in my hand and worked you steadily before going down on you again. Another moan of approval and I was encouraged to continue my work.
Faster and faster I worked, and only paused every so often to offer full attention to the tip of you. You were gorgeous and large and slick. I longed to taste you. I wanted your precious liquid to fill my mouth, but you begged me to slow and finally to stop.
"Don't. Wait, wait, wait… you'll make me cum, and I don't wanna cum just yet."
The car doors slammed. My heeled boots on the pavement lent an almost crunching sound to the atmosphere. Your key hit the lock and turned. You threw your keys on the nearby glass table and kicked closed the front door. All this as you held firmly on my waist almost dance like we were as you completed the tasks.
