After The Party
18 March 2008
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We are in the back of Johns car, Scott is sat next to me and my two friends Pete and Janine are in the front. The music is so loud that car vibrates from the bass as we head back out of town towards the motorway.
The four of us have been clubbing at Mr Mascerano's in the city centre, where the less you wear the more you fit in. Me .. I am wearing a tiny black miniskirt with garters that hold up matching stockings, garters drive Scott crazy.matched with a silver metallic bra top and black killer stilletto's.
Scott was idley staring out the window in deep thought, completely oblivious to the conversation and noise around him unhearing of the questions that the others asked, I knew exactly what’s on his mind.
To get his attention I swung my right leg easily over his left leg, which had the desired effect as his hand begins to gently rub my knee. I can’t wait until we get back to his flat...
The thought sends my pulse racing and to add to it Scott slides his hand up to my inner thigh and begins to carress the bare skin between my garter and the tiny little thong protecting my modesty. His hand begins to draw closer and closer to my pussy. I smile to myself and after a few minutes, I slip my sweater off and put it across my lap.
I can feel the heat growing between my legs. It takes him only seconds to move his hand from my inner thigh to my pussy, as he gentley strokes me through through the material, The wetness begin to soak through my underwear, it feels so good, he must be able to feel what he's doing to me I’m so glad I wore a skirt tonight.
Scott leans back into his seat, eyes closed. I whisper his name, he doesn’t hear me.
Gently increasing the pressure, he carries on rubbing my clit; it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on the conversation in the car, so I give up and allow myself to be taken by the waves of pleasure leaving my friends in the front of the car talk between themselves.
Suddenly, Scott quickly pushes my underwear to the side and slips a finger into me. I try my best not to gasp out loud, but a small sound escapes my lips, luckily, the music covers it, my friends are still oblivious.
He’s looking at me now, a mischievous half-grin, and those eyes, burning intensely into me. He’s so good at this, he always hits the right places, without fail, every time. I try to keep myself from squirming as his fingers gentley work inside me. The pressure continues to build within me and I have to pull his hand away before a moan of pleasure escapes. He gives me a disappointed look.
Leaning over I whisper, "I can’t wait until we’re home," "but I could take you now, in the car" he replies.
The thought sends my pulse racing and to add to it Scott slides his hand up to my inner thigh
I let my hand graze his leg, sliding up to briefly run my fingers across the large bulge in his jeans. It gets me so hot; feeling how hard he is, as his fingers continue rubbing at my clit through my underwear again.
I’m going to explode if we don’t get home soon. I need him inside me right now. I know he’s thinking the same.
Finally the car pulls up outside his house. We get out and wave goodbyes to our friends as they drive off.
As soon as we make it inside, we start undoing buttons and removing coats. We nearly dash toward his room, and I jump onto the bed and sit up on my knees... Scott pauses at the foot of the bed.
Reaching out I help him take his shirt off with one hand, while I let my free hand grope at the massive bulge in his jeans. Once his shirt is off, I go for his pants as he pulls my shirt off. Still on my knees, I lean up and we start kissing madly as I grind my hips into his. He pushes me back onto the bed, his body arching over mine. I run my hands over his muscular shoulders as he lifts my bum off the bed and pushs my tiny skirt up, and slips my thong off once again he thrusts his fingers deep inside me.
