perfectly to create the ultimate illusion of some young- air headed bimbo ditz. The exact opposite of who I actually was or even really looked like. Of course the ensemble in its entirety was meant as a costume. Wasn't it?
One last lip gloss check and I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. My next door neighbor’s apartment still shook from the intense heavy metal rock music coming through the walls. It really was too loud but I was heading out so he could play on all night if he wanted. Was it a he? I couldn’t be sure. I was never one to pay attention to the neighbors. That is, unless they irritated me.
Eric led the way down the stairs and into his shiny black beamer. It was his dream car as well as mine. I couldn't honestly say I dated Eric for his car but it was an amazing perk.
Its shiny black exterior glimmered under the street lamps. The car was simply a pleasure to ride around in. It was comfy and let's face it, there were far more expensive cars. But there was just something so pleasing about in riding in a brand new, heated leather seated BMW. It made the mundane act of sitting in a moving vehicle to that of an experience in which to enjoy. Speaking of pleasing, I shot a knowing look over to Eric and he turned the key into the ignition. He smiled shaking his head in response to my not so subtle suggestion. I felt my own heat rising and I struggled to control myself.
Eric immediately put the heat on high as I settled into the beige, leather passenger seat. I grabbed an already opened red bull that was sitting in the cup holder between the two front seats. It was still fresh. He started driving and I just couldn't help myself.
I outstretched my right arm and very lightly let my palm rest on his groin. Eric smiled and playfully shooed me away with his hand. "Stop," he said. "I know this game already Jolene,” he said. Eric’s eyes remained on the road. “You're gunna get me rock-hard and then let me walk into the club so everyone can see my boner. You don’t like to play fair."
Busted. I’d toyed with him one too many times. But it never stopped being fun. It just didn’t.
"Come on baby. Let’s play," I begged playfully. "I'm hungry." My hand wandered freely and I began sliding my hand softly up and down his pants. I gave his shaft a tiny squeeze. He could complain all he wanted, his body couldn’t refuse. I watched as his penis rose to the occasion and the pressure mounted between my own thighs in response.
Between my own body temperature and the heated le ather seats, it was getting too hot to handle. I reached out and turned off the heat.
"You don't want me to play with him? Hmm? Not even a little? " I teased. Eric's face tensed. Clearly, he was battling his basic male instinct. He assumed I was tricking him into getting hard and would leave him wanting more. But I had something else in mind.
I continued to move my hand up and down Eric’s crotch and made soft little wet kisses down his neck. He maintained his eyes on the road, though it became apparent that it was increasingly difficult for him. He swerved between two cars and dropped his speed by about 10 miles or so. I touched him lightly still and leaned my head onto his chest. I could hear how fast his heart thumped. What a beautiful sound the pumping of Eric’s heart made. He was ready.
Continued kisses down his neck led me to slowly lowering his zipper. Leaving the top button clasped, I carefully removed his girth so only the shaft remained exposed. He was no longer fighting me off. Eric inhaled deeply and it looked like it had taken quite the effort.
At that moment there was nothing more that I wanted but to slide right on top of him. But Eric was driving and I generally entertained the idea of remaining alive both during and after sex.
I stopped torturing him with kisses down his neck and slipped my mouth over him ever so gently. He released a guttural moan. It was what he had been waiting for. His body pleaded with me not to
One last lip gloss check and I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. My next door neighbor’s apartment still shook from the intense heavy metal rock music coming through the walls. It really was too loud but I was heading out so he could play on all night if he wanted. Was it a he? I couldn’t be sure. I was never one to pay attention to the neighbors. That is, unless they irritated me.
Eric led the way down the stairs and into his shiny black beamer. It was his dream car as well as mine. I couldn't honestly say I dated Eric for his car but it was an amazing perk.
Its shiny black exterior glimmered under the street lamps. The car was simply a pleasure to ride around in. It was comfy and let's face it, there were far more expensive cars. But there was just something so pleasing about in riding in a brand new, heated leather seated BMW. It made the mundane act of sitting in a moving vehicle to that of an experience in which to enjoy. Speaking of pleasing, I shot a knowing look over to Eric and he turned the key into the ignition. He smiled shaking his head in response to my not so subtle suggestion. I felt my own heat rising and I struggled to control myself.
Eric immediately put the heat on high as I settled into the beige, leather passenger seat. I grabbed an already opened red bull that was sitting in the cup holder between the two front seats. It was still fresh. He started driving and I just couldn't help myself.
I outstretched my right arm and very lightly let my palm rest on his groin. Eric smiled and playfully shooed me away with his hand. "Stop," he said. "I know this game already Jolene,” he said. Eric’s eyes remained on the road. “You're gunna get me rock-hard and then let me walk into the club so everyone can see my boner. You don’t like to play fair."
Busted. I’d toyed with him one too many times. But it never stopped being fun. It just didn’t.
"Come on baby. Let’s play," I begged playfully. "I'm hungry." My hand wandered freely and I began sliding my hand softly up and down his pants. I gave his shaft a tiny squeeze. He could complain all he wanted, his body couldn’t refuse. I watched as his penis rose to the occasion and the pressure mounted between my own thighs in response.
Between my own body temperature and the heated le ather seats, it was getting too hot to handle. I reached out and turned off the heat.
"You don't want me to play with him? Hmm? Not even a little? " I teased. Eric's face tensed. Clearly, he was battling his basic male instinct. He assumed I was tricking him into getting hard and would leave him wanting more. But I had something else in mind.
I continued to move my hand up and down Eric’s crotch and made soft little wet kisses down his neck. He maintained his eyes on the road, though it became apparent that it was increasingly difficult for him. He swerved between two cars and dropped his speed by about 10 miles or so. I touched him lightly still and leaned my head onto his chest. I could hear how fast his heart thumped. What a beautiful sound the pumping of Eric’s heart made. He was ready.
Continued kisses down his neck led me to slowly lowering his zipper. Leaving the top button clasped, I carefully removed his girth so only the shaft remained exposed. He was no longer fighting me off. Eric inhaled deeply and it looked like it had taken quite the effort.
At that moment there was nothing more that I wanted but to slide right on top of him. But Eric was driving and I generally entertained the idea of remaining alive both during and after sex.
I stopped torturing him with kisses down his neck and slipped my mouth over him ever so gently. He released a guttural moan. It was what he had been waiting for. His body pleaded with me not to
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