I opened the car door for her and she caught me glancing as her dress rode up a long expanse of tan thigh. She smirked at me and I smiled. Getting caught looking at her lovely legs wasn't going to make her mad at me, in fact I think she likes that I can appreciate her physical charms without getting all stupid over them. All I know for sure is that if I really made a play for her, I would lose one of my closest friends, confidants, and partners. Plus she would probably hand me my head keeps my fantasies to myself.
I watched others get a little stupid over her. Those she handled with her wicked sense of humor and rarely did anyone object. I'd also seen people get really stupid and a few of her put downs have become legendary. I'd also seen idiots get drunk and decide they were in love with her and try to corner her. They seem to end up on their ass. No one tended to mess with her more than once. She was beautiful and in excellent shape and could take care of herself. She sat there for a second and tugged the hem of her dress back over her thighs.
"Do you want to see them again?"
"You know I can't help but look. You have the greatest legs!"
She blushed slightly, hard to tell with her tan. She slipped her hem higher, showing her truly long, shapely legs and twisted slight in the seat to give me a nice long look. Half of me was excited; she had never acted that way toward me before. The other half of me was surprised, much for the same reason.
She and I got along wonderfully as friends, co-workers, and occasional business travel partners. We both shared a love of good food, wine, and entertainment. Traveling to places like DC with her was a joy. Having someone to share the hunt for obscure but excellent eateries and even made trips to places like Mountain Home, Idaho, a blessing. But while I have always appreciated her appearance -- and commented on it approvingly -- she never did something so blatantly sexual in my direction.
I couldn't stop my gaze from dropping from her eyes and taking in her legs! She took the hem up about as high as you could. She wasn't even wearing pantyhose; those amazing gams were bare, tan, smooth, and gorgeous.
"What if I told you I wasn't wearing panties?"
My eyes froze at the very top of her thighs, and then I looked back into her eyes and tried to figure out what the hell was happening.
"Probably a good thing you worded that rhetorically or I might never get that mental image from my head."
She leaned against the inside of the closed car door and said in a loud stage whisper, "I am not wearing anything under this dress!"
Now that got my attention and I leaned in the window after a quick glance to see if there was anyone nearby, and dropped my arm into her lap and touched her thigh. She didn't jump like I expected her to. I pushed between her thighs and she tightened a little on my fingers, trapping then between her warm thighs.
"Open your legs a little."
"Why?"
"Because someone told me something incredible and I want to taste it for myself."
She said, "You could just ask me." as she opened her legs."
"If I just asked you -- you might get annoyed that I didn't believe you."
"So you believe me?"
I slowly slid my hand up her smooth thighs. She slipped down a little lower in the seat and looked at my hand.
"Oh I believe you!"
"So why do you have to check."
"Actually I'm not checking, I fully expect to find you sans panties."
"So what are you doing?"
I paused at the very top of her thighs. I could feel her heat and watched her breathing increase slightly. Her eyes were wide and the pulse at the side of her neck was as fast as I'd ever seen it.
"I am doing something that only seemed to ever happen in my very private dreams."
"Aw, you've dreamed about me?"
Rather than answer her, I touched her, I felt the slight roughness of her pubic hair and then felt the folds of her pussy open before my questing finger.
Her eyes closed then opened again, there was a fire in them I had never seen directed at me. She leaned against the car door as I explored her deeper.
My index finger felt her become wet as I pushed in harder. She opened her legs as wide as the confines of her car would allow. Pushing down I followed the contours of her pussy until I could go no lower, my hand hit the seat. She scooted a little lower and I retraced my line back up to her pubes and pushed a little deeper and went lower again. I saw her bite her lip as I found her clit on the upswing. The look on her face was so sensual. Her eyes wouldn't look away from me as my fingertip traced around her clit and went still lower and deeper. I felt the edge of her opening, but rather than plunge in, I used two fingers to retrace my path up and then three back down. I felt her spasm slightly and also felt a dampness flow under my fingers. I pulled my hand away and leaned into the window a little more. Her eyes watched me carefully as I brought my fingers to my face, first smelling her delightful scent and then tasting her juices on my fingers. She was delightfully fragrant and both bitter and sweet at the same time.
She exhaled a long breath and trembled slightly. "Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Do you . . ." She repeated pointing at her lap.
"Do I 'eat at the Y' so to speak?"
She laughed at that. "Yes, do you eat at the Y?" She gave a low sexy giggle at the words. I knew she was perfectly aware of the cruder vernacular. I heard her curse up a storm at a few work situations over the years. But rarely did ever hear her use sexually crude remarks.
"Yes, I love eating at the Y." I sucked the last bit of flavor from my fingers and returned them to her warmth.
She kept her legs wide and pulled up the hem to her waist. We both watched my fingers find her sweet pussy again, this time I slipped two fingers into her while touching her clit with my thumb.
"Oh God!"
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Do you . . .?" and I looked at her sweet pussy.
"Do I eat at the Y, no, I never have."
"You don't like oral sex?"
"Not really." She leaned her head back as I found a sensitive spot, then she brought her head forward and bit her lip.
I put my fingers deep into her, she was even wetter. I could feel her juices has penetrated her dress and were probably staining the leather car seat under her.
"Why not?"
"Because the guys I dated always wanted it, but rarely wanted to return the favor. I didn't like doing it knowing it was so one sided. Do you like to do it?"
