The milky-white, but still almost clear liquid slowly trickles down the inside of my thigh, and so I quickly squeeze my legs together in an attempt to "dry myself" before you notice. If you knew your voice alone was making me like this.... hot and bothered, and in a state of lust, I'm afraid you'd think I was crazy or something. I say, "Yeah..." to one of the questions you ask, really wanting the question to have been something more along the lines of, "Are you wet for me, Princess?" Mmm how sweet it would have been to reply, "Feel for yourself."
Your thick, brown curls are loose but still visible. Your hair seems to lay perfectly against your matte skin, your face framed by messy sideburns and a 5 o'clock shadow. I glance out of the corner of my eye to see you mouthing the words of some Nirvana song, and I can't help but fixate on the way your lips move perfectly with every lyric. Your lips are pale pink, but the middle of your bottom lip starts getting a little more red. Sometimes I can see your teeth or tongue graze across the bottom one, usually when you say words that start with, "F" and so I wish you'll look over and suddenly say, "FFFFuck me." Oh God, yes. I would. I would slide myself onto you without a second thought. I get chills when you reach over to get a new CD, you must not have felt your arm smooth against my own, but I felt it. I felt every inch of it.
I glance down at myself and see that both of my tits have decided to reveal how good I'm feeling on the inside. They're pushing against the material of my silky bra, and it intoxicates me because if I concentrate enough, it feels like fingers pushing up against my nipples. So, gliding my hands over my body and trying to, "coax" them back to normal, I catch your eyes tracing down my body and then they flick back to the road once they realize I'm watching them. I kind of laugh, and you just smile...this smile that only makes the corner of your mouth rise. You pull over to the side of the road, which is wet and messy with fall leaves, and your hands around the steering wheel while you're parking are driving me NUTS. I think you're purposely trying to be seductive when you show how gently you can turn the wheel. Fuck, you. You know what you're doing now...I can tell. And I can play along, too.
"What are we doing now?" I innocently ask, with much less innocent intentions.
"Whatever you want," you paused and blatantly stared at my chest and then picked your glance up, "Princess." I feel a hot tingle surge down from my mouth, to my tits, to between my legs. All my most sensitive places. I wanted to fuck you. I want to fuck you, still.
