You remember, don’t you, that morning when you were driving me to work through the morning rush hour in your new car? You were wearing a summer dress, which was resting just above your knees. You looked so sexy sitting there watching the traffic.You remember, we had made love the previous night, we were talking about it, how we would build it up, and then hold it back, enhancing the thrill for both of us. I reminded you of the explosive joy of our final climax as we exploded together in each other’s arms. As we talked and relived in our minds the thrills we had made the previous night, we both became aroused by the conversation.“That was an amazing orgasm,” you said. “I love it when I cum that hard.”“Yes, watching you cum hard makes me also cum hard,” I said.“Probably it was because we were both so aroused all day,” you replied.“Well, those text and voice messages we exchange were good for that,” I said.“Yea,” you said. “I got a flash of tingles and wetness with every message.”“We make a good team,” I replied.I curled up my index finger, lightly brushed your cheek, and ran the back of my finger like a feather down Sex hikayeleri your neck. I know it sent a tingle through your body, because you shuddered, and glanced at me with your perfect smile.“That tingled,” you said with a smile.I can recall feeling the sensations in my hand as it continued its journey of exploration, down across your breast, stopping to feel the wonderful sensation of your nipple sampled softly through the thin material of your summer dress. As it crossed your nipple, a tingling sensation like a pleasant electric shock ran from the back of my hand up my arm, and down to the end of my cock.Remember it now. Relive the moment in your fantasy.My fingernail made a few turns around your nipple, and then I took that nipple between two fingers and twirled it a little. I reached across, to your other breast, and let my fingertip sense the dark and sensitive area around its nipple. The slight bumpiness tickled my fingertip through your dress, and I took that nipple between two fingers to explore its shape and texture. Your shoulders shrug forward, involuntarily at the pleasure of my Sikiş hikayeleri touch.“What are you trying to do?” you asked, knowing the answer very well.“I am going to make you cum before we get to work,” I said.You just sighed.“We are going to be late,” you said.“Well, we are late anyway, you may as well have an orgasm,” I said.“Good point,” you replied.The traffic was moving slowly, stop and start. A car horn sounded. My hand came to rest on your knee, and I could feel the silky smooth warmth of your leg. Slowly, tantalising, my hand crept up the outside of your thigh, taking the material of your dress with it as it went.This was not the first time, so you knew what I was going to do.“You are making a habit of this,” you said. “I’m not complaining though.”You helped me get your dress up further by lifting your bum a little so the material slid away right up to the edge of your panties. I could just feel their edge at the top of your leg. A delicious glowing ache started to grow in your abdomen, and you could already feel your wetness beginning to moisten your panties.“You made me wet,” you Erotik hikaye said, smiling at me.“I want you soaking your panties,” is smiled back.“Getting there,” you replied.I followed the slightly cool and smooth edge of your panties up across your hip and down the inside. My fingers brushed lightly across the side of your pubic mound, and you gasped. The ache grew stronger, and began to feel more like a burning sensation. You concentrated on the joy you were feeling until the car behind hooted to remind you to move on.I followed the edge of your panties until I was over your warm, soft lips. Pressing into the material, I could feel your silky wetness coming through. Your legs parted just a little, but it was enough for me to get the full feel of your opening. Slowly, deliberately, I moved my fingers up and down across your lips, enjoying their warmth, and the silky feel of the wet material.“Yes, indeed you are wet,” I said.“Mmm, you made it wet there,” you replied.Your legs tensed. I could feel the tension building up inside of you.“Finger me,” you mumbled.You wanted my fingers on your clitoris, but not yet.“I want you really hot before I let you come,” I replied.I softly took one of your lips between two fingers, through the material of your wet panties, and slid it around a bit. The faint roughness of the cloth enhanced the sensation, and I did the same to the other lip.
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