His Story
Karl picked me up at the airport. I debated what to wear and chose a short plaid skirt, black panties, and knee socks. For a top I went with my tightest tshirt and a black bra. Karl said I was to rape him with his eyes whenever I was in his presence.
I could tell by the way his speech was disjointed walking to his car that the way I dressed was affecting him. I also noticed he was doing his best to hide a growing bulge in his pants.
We got to his car in the parking garage. Karl put my bags in his trunk and closed it. Timing the snap of the truck with a well aimed kiss. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me firmly against his body. I could feel one hand slowly working its way down to my ass but he stopped. He took me by the hand and lead me around to the passenger door. Ever the gentleman, he was going to open the door for me. But oddly he led me past the passenger door. His gentle guidance turned slightly rough, somewhat pushing me to the front of his car.
"Do you think I can wait?" he asked.
"I would expect you to..."
That's all I could say before Karl put a hand over my mouth. With his other hand he lowered my back onto the hood of his car and then hiked up my skirt, exposing my inner thighs and panties. Karl pulled down my panties until they dangled around one of my feet. He gently spread my legs. His hand came to rest of my damp pussy lips. His middle finger traced their folds and then glided up to my clit. With the barest amount of pressure his finger gently teased the tip. His finger started to probe my hole. He was seeing if I was yet wet enough. He slipped a finger in to check. I gasped.
"I know our first time should be... romantic but I won't be able to drive with an concentration. I need to relieve myself."
