Jane's heart took a step sideways in her chest as she veered her car towards the familiar interstate exit. She felt her lips begin to swell as her imagination outran her exhausted car the last 3 miles towards her destination. The Virginia creeper had changed the country side in the last three years, its long vines slowly covering every tree and rock in a wave of unrelenting green. The trees bending to the weight of the vines, created large spires amongst the waves of ivy. As the otherworldly countryside rushed by, she found comfort that the exit sign still showed a sun bleached green background with faded white font for exit 268.
Am I doing the right thing? The last time we did this we almost broke each other apart.
Jane's mind flashed with memories of Norman's body pressing firmly against her own and tilting his head down to kiss her. She felt heat start to rise in her lips when she thought of how perfect his jawline looked when she kissed him. The rhythmic tingle in her full lips began to travel down through her body.... A car horn blare flung Jane back into reality. A truck with a rusted out bed, zoomed passed her car and through the traffic stop. She looked down to find her right hand pressing down hard into the soft fabric of her skirt. Jane slowly pulled her hand away, her index finger and thumb wet with herself. As she put her hand back onto the the steering wheel, she noticed a wet spot of her proudly donned the front of her skirt.
How can I be this horny and have not seen him yet?! Shit!
The traffic light changed to a glaring red and Jane finally looked around and realized she missed Norman's apartment turn off by a block. Jane sighed as she surveyed the deserted intersection. How did she miss driving 3 miles?
The traffic light flashed green and Jane made a u-turn as she grumbled at herself for acting like a lustful teenage girl. They had started out just as close friends. Her sexual attraction towards Norman had been slowly shaped and sculpted over the years.
When Jane first meet Norman she wasn't looking to date anyone, college was for making friends and having fun. And Norman didn't seem to be looking for a partner either, or at least not in her, at first.
Jane turned into the apartment complex and found a parking spot immediately next to the exit.
Jane flipped down the the car mirror and checked her make-up for the 30th time. She smoothed our her short black skirt and pulled up her right thigh high stocking that had fallen down over the course of the drive.
Ok, you are here. Time to leave the car. Breathe
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Jane's hands remained on the steering wheel as she felt her stomach butterflies double in size. She let out a long slow breath and turned off the car.
The air was crisp and cold as Jane made her way across the parking lot and into the stairwell. The cold somehow caused her already hard nipples to become even more hot and sensitive. As Jane began to climb the stairs she became distracted by the amazing feeling of her dress shifting across her tender nipples. By the time she was at Norman's front door, she felt that she was filled to bursting.
She knocked on Norman's door. No answer. No sound. The silence stretched out, wind cut through the stairwell and Jane's skirt danced up her thigh, her firm ass briefly exposed. Jane place a hurried hand on the wild skirt and then tried the door again. The door swung slightly inward as if left crack opened.
"Norman?"
What is he up to? We have only talked on the phone, we haven't seen each other in so long and this is the greeting I get?
