Chat and webcam arrived at the car park and pulled in behind his car. Odd, I had remembered his car as being dark blue, but it was in fact black. He got out and came to my window and I could not look away from his face for he was trembling. He has a lower lip that truly trembles when he is seriously aroused. His eyes dropped to the front of my shirt then to my bare legs.
He mentioned something about other cars parking beside webcam and chat and that he'd found a better place to park… I was to follow him and park to his right, which I did. The threatening rain began drizzling lightly and there was a young river of water running alongside the car. chat and webcam other cars could park beside us. We were in a rarely used entranceway to the scenic bush and the white gate across the entrance was closed.
He climbed out of his car, then opened my door for me. We stood together on the side of the road, a public road, and he looked at me. I could barely see straight, I was so aroused and when he lifted my shirt to see if I had any panties on, I didn't even think to stop him. Anybody could have driven around the corner at that point and seen me clearly standing there with only a chat and video on. And with all the greenery around, the white shirt glowed.
He smiled, then pressed his hand against me, and then very softly ran his fingers through my hair. "So soft, so beautiful."
I bit my lower lip and half hid behind my hair. A thought struck me. I lifted my chin, looked at his face, at his eyes saying "Two can play at that game," and my hand moved down to the hard bulge in his jeans, my palm rubbing against him, slow and firm.
He opened the back door of my car beckoning me to get in and just relax. He went around to the front of the car and climbed in the video games chat side.
"Get comfortable," he said, "but put a towel out because it looks like you might need it."
Too aroused to be mortified, I did as he suggested and grabbed a towel to sit on. I fluffed around and spread the towel out, straightening bumps in it but stopped when he touched my shoulder saying it was okay.
I sat back, using another towel as an impromptu cushion against the small of my back and half turned so I was angled on the seat, my legs bent and feet on the rise in the back floor. I felt comfortable until I looked up into his eyes. He had waited for me to look.
"Show me. Show me what you look like. Show me what you chat and webcam you want me to see." His voice was quiet; quiet, steady and sure. |
