I don't know why I kept talking. There was a very slim chance of backing it all up. 'That's right sexy. The kind of fuck you dream about,' I said, spilling over with confidence.
She lapped it up. Fawning over me. Bumping her smoking hot body up against my chest and purring for more. 'OMG,' she mewled. 'You're making me so freaking hot!'
I was hoping the few drinks in me would have some kind of numbing effect. The signs were all wrong though. She was fucking gorgeous. Tight, fit and petite. I was bulging in my jeans noticeably, and I felt that faint buzz starting to work its way around my package.
Not that it was a problem, for the time being. She was loving it. Her high perky tits pushed up against my chest and dark chestnut eyes blinked up at me while she slid both hands down to cup that thick bulge. She whispered up in delight, 'That feels big. Oh wow. God. That's so hot!'
She gave just a gentle, almost adoring squeeze, but it set things off way too quickly. Why do I do it to myself? It was typical. Holding back, week after week. Constantly edging and building up that load until it was nearly leaking out for lack of room. Just about full, on the very same night I meet a hottie that is so into me, it would be an injustice not to fuck her.
I tried not to fidget. Standing my ground as I felt the weight of my packed out balls in her cute little grope, and the resulting butterfly effect it had right to end of my half hard cock. Damn it. I knew that must have made me leak, but things were tight down there in those jeans. I couldn't quite tell.
I should have stopped. I could have kissed her goodnight, played it cool as fuck and left her wet and pinning for more.
Did I though?
I just ran both hands up the sides of her thighs, slowly sounding out the contours of her hips before gripping firmly at her waist. She drew in a sexy gasp. Pressing her lithe little body up against my bulging package and rubbing on it from side to side with her flat tummy.
Leaning down slowly as I replied, 'Let's see how hot it is in that gorgeous little thing,' giving a little indication to her mouth with the tip of my nose before kissing down on the very same place. She opened up with a melting sigh and sank into it like she was made of butter.
Damn, I can be a stud sometimes. It was almost a load blowing French kiss. She broke away like it was the only way to stay alive. A cute mischievous little smile crept around her pretty lips.
'God, here? You can't be serious?!' She was delighted.
She stood back a little. Her hands still cupping that phat bulge as she looked from side to side in a conspiratorial manner. We were under the glare of the security light over the front porch. There was just night around that spotlight.