Here I sit; about three in the afternoon, thinking of our phone conversation last night. Remembering the sound of your laughter, and how sexy your voice sounded, and looking forward to being able to see you. So I can touch you, hold you, drive you crazy with desire.
I take you to the movies; we sit way in the back. The lights go dim for the start of the movie, as I slowly move my hand over to caress your thigh. Softly moving my hand along the top of your jeans, gently massaging. My hand slides along the inside from your knee, up and around the zipper on those tight blue jeans. My fingers quickly unbutton them, and I slowly pull the zipper down, allowing my fingers easier access to the silk panties beneath. I move my hand under the jeans, feeling the silky smoothness of your panties, tracing the outline of your pussy thru them. Lower my fingers move till they encounter the wetness from your excitement. Back and forth I slide my fingers, pressing your panties in-between the lips of your pussy. Pressing downward unto your clit. Feeling your hips arch upwards into my exploring fingers. My fingers inch their way upwards toward the waist band, and gently tug on them, driving more of the material into the crevice between those gorgeous pussy lips. I gently tug on the fabric, making it slide back and forth across that now hardening clit. I slide my hands underneath the waist band, allowing my fingers greater access to you.
I can feel the heat emanating from you, as I continue to slide my fingers lower beneath your panties. I can feel your hard clit pushing upward into my fingers, as I slowly, teasingly circle it. I slide my fingers lower, spreading your pussy lips apart, drawing the wet fabric from between them, allowing my fingers access to the moist depths within. I insert my finger into that hot, tight opening, feeling your pussy contracting around my finger. Drawing it in deeper. My palm of my hand pressing against your hard clit and my finger deep inside of you, I gently begin to move my hand back and forth. My palm sliding against your clit, my finger moving in and out of your pussy, is driving you crazy with passion. You slide down in your chair, allowing my fingers even greater penetration into that tight pussy.
Your eyes are closed, head on my shoulder, hand holding my arm, as I work my fingers, first one then another, in and out of that wet, tight pussy. Your breathing is beginning to get ragged, your nipples are pressing against the fabric of your shirt, teasing them with the touch of the fabric. You bit your lower lip to control your moans of passion, as I increase the tempo with which my fingers are plummeting in and out of you. My palm still sliding across that hard clit, with each movement of my fingers.
