"Oh Mike, don't get me wrong, I wasn't suggesting that if we'd stayed we would sleep together. I thought they might have had a two-bedroom suite that we could have shared and you wouldn't have had to make the long drive both ways on the one day."
We reached the car and I opened the passenger door and stood back holding it. She gave me a beautiful smile and her eyes remained on mine as she placed one foot inside the car. Was she was watching me that closely to see if I intended to steal a sneak peep up under her dress as her legs parted to get into the car ... always a difficult manoeuvre for a woman wearing a loose free-flowing dress?
She looked away just as her wonderful arse dropped onto the car seat, allowing me the chance to check her legs out. Did she let her summery dress drop back along her thighs as her second leg lifted into the car on purpose? For a moment, her bare legs were apart exposing the smooth skin on her inner thighs, nearly all the way to the top. My cock jerked in my pants at the glorious sight that all male readers will understand. I hadn't seen any part of her legs that I wouldn't see if she had been wearing a bathing costume, but getting to see so much of her inner thighs normally concealed by the dress was highly arousing.
I closed the car door and walked around to the driver's door, opened it and slid in. Before slotting the key into the ignition, I turned to look at the beautiful young redhead seated alongside me. I nearly had to pinch myself to realise she was my date ... this was really happening.
She smiled warmly, "I've had a wonderful afternoon, thank you for inviting me, such a nice group of people and they were so warm to somebody new like me. They made me feel right at home."
"Thank you for coming with me Sherry, you've made my day. I felt special having such a beautiful woman by my side. When I got the invitation a few weeks ago, it said to bring a friend, but I was between relationships and the outlook was, to say the least, bleak at that time. Then Graham and Jenny had that brainwave to get us together and here we are. I think I owe them a big thank you."
"Yes, me too! Mike, I know it's only our second date and I don't want to appear to be too eager, but I do want to tell you that I feel so very comfortable with you. I think more so than any other man in the past that I had only just met."
It seems such a long time that we both sat there, just gazing into each other's eyes, nothing further said between us. Then ever so slowly, I began to move my head toward her, bridging the gap between us in the car, each watching the other's mouth. Just before our lips touched for the very first time, I saw her tongue dart out and lick her lips, moistening them and they parted slightly, so seductively in anticipation of our imminent first kiss.
The meeting of our lips was moist and hot and became quite passionate quickly, our lips grinding together, mouths open, my tongue venturing forward to meet hers, taking turns to play within each other's mouths.
One of my arms folded around her shoulder, and as the kiss became even more intense, she brought a hand up to the back of my neck and gently held my head in place ... not that I had any inclination to be first to break.
By the time that we broke off the kiss to come up for air - minutes must have elapsed - the sounds of heavy breathing filled the car, air-tight with the windows still closed. I pulled my head back just far enough to see her whole face, to gaze into her eyes, thrilled to see the passion that I saw there. "Wow!" was all I could say. It might have only been one kiss but I felt some discomfort in my underwear where more than half an erection had sprung up unexpectedly, my cock pointing neither up or down, but jammed into the creases. I needed to adjust it without appearing overtly sexual by dropping a hand into my lap to adjust my package. I was trying so hard to come across as a respectable decent man, even holding back on my tendency to cuss which I frequently did. Graham and Jenny had tipped me off that Sherry hated coarse language.
Sherry smiled, her whole face lit up when she did, "I second that emotion, double wow! I had no idea we were bottling that up until I felt your lips on mine."
Her warm soft hand still draped itself on the back of my neck. I turned my body back facing the front and pushed the button to lower one window. It was getting hot and humid inside the car and the windows were fogged. "I suppose we better head out, would be nice to get back to town before dark."
Her hand fell off the back of my neck and she brought it down to her lap, assisting her other hand to straighten out her dress that didn't appear to need it. I mean, it wasn't like I'd thrust my hand up under there. I looked down wistfully thinking maybe I should have, such was the degree of heat and passion in our first kiss.
I made as if to start the car engine but with my hand on the ignition key, I turned back to Sherry, "That was nice, can we do it one more time, then I promise I'll take you back to town."
She smiled that warm smile, "I was hoping you would, I liked it too."
I half turned my body toward her again and our faces came together once more, our lips meeting in much quicker time, but with no less a degree of heat and passion. Lips immediately parted, grinding, tongues intertwining, heavy breathing mounting, my hand roaming this time, a light caress on the outside of her breast over her dress and bra, partially cupping that one. Sherry whimpered through our lip-lock, that warm soft hand returned to the back of my neck, felt her other hand rubbing my side through the shirt, above my waist. Was I imagining that this hand wanted to roam somewhere on my body but couldn't determine if it should. She brought it around to my chest, let her fingers touch my nipple through the shirt like she was teasing it.
My hand was undecided too, I stroked and caressed her most accessible breast but it was still heavily clothed. I dropped that hand lower, down her side, down to her knees, touching one bare knee, sliding that hand upward, feeling it slip easily underneath the loosely flowing garment. I was touching bare skin with my hand, I was on the outside of her thigh, it felt so smooth to the touch. I brought those fingers around, over the top and onto the inner slope of that thigh, even smoother there, about halfway between her knee and her crotch.
No reaction, just the intensity of our grinding lips and intertwining tongues in our deeply passionate second kiss. She brought her hand - the one that had been on my chest - down to my waist. For a moment, I thought she was about to unbuckle my belt right there in the car, parked on the long driveway of the house where we had attended the garden party.
I attempted a subtle and slight up-thrust of my hips in a desperate attempt to encourage that hand to venture below my waist. Did she feel that subtle move? Meanwhile, my fingers gently caressed the insides of both thighs, slowly inching upward with each stroke, all the while hopeful that she might not notice my fingers were progressing higher and higher.
But women do ... notice that sort of move I mean. Let's face it, they weren't born yesterday. Realistically they are acutely aware of every move the man makes, often before he even makes it. At that intensely passionate moment, I thought how much simpler things would be if a woman could candidly speak up at such a time, tell the man exactly what she wanted, like,
'Could you please put two fingers into my vagina and touch my g spot, I'd like that more than anything else right now?'
But instead we go through this unspoken ritual ... will she, should I, what if he touches me on that intimate spot? What should my reaction be? Have we been out enough for me to let him do that? And all the while, the man is wondering if she is expecting him to do that, will she think I'm a nerd if I don't make a move?
I ached to have that free hand of hers that rested at my waist drop down only a couple of inches and grasp a hold of my genital package, scrunched up as it was inside the folds of my underwear between my crotch and my navel.
My fingers were inching closer and closer to the tops of her thighs ... maybe she is not going to stop me? I think I'm a bold lover but this was only our second date and even if nice women want it as much as the guys do, they'll most often have a pre-set minimum number of dates before they'll let the guy get anywhere near the prize. I couldn't believe Sherry would think any differently.
As my fingers inched ever upward, I guessed that any moment the pad of my lead finger would touch material, would feel the crotch of Sherry's panties. I assumed from the feverish kissing that I would find them wet. I wondered if she would be wearing a thong again as I assumed she had done under the slacks on our first date, e.g. no VPL (visible pantie line).
