It got steamy in the car.
I knew it, he knew it yet neither of us were willing to pull away and spare ourselves some modesty.
The prospect of someone walking past the car and realising what was happening behind the mist covered windows, was an absolute possibility.
It was only when he tried to undo my dress, I had to pull the brakes.
“Right here in the restaurant carpark?” I asked
“Babe…” he began
“You’re right!” he continued, “wanna come back to mine?”
Now this wasn’t your usual, meet-up-go-for-a-date-then-go-back-to- his type of situation. I had to remind myself that we had been talking for weeks! I knew this man more intimately than I had ever known some of my previous exploits.
I was 1000% going back to his! I had spent way too many hours fantasising about what it would be like. The mood was so right and I was not going to pass up on something which I had been literally waiting for.
“Yes!” I declared
He smiled, “you won’t be sorry!”
He pulled my dress back down swung himself round in his seat, turned the ignition on in the car and pulled off.
The drive to his was about 25 minutes or so. It went quickly. To be honest, I spent most of the time quietly exciting myself and imagining all sorts of depravity. I was so deep in thought, I didn’t even realise we had arrived at his.
Once parked up, he turned off the engine, undid his seatbelt and turned to me.
He lifted his hand up to my face and pulled me gently forward by my chin then proceeded to slurp my face off again.
Ending the second sexy snog with a nibble on my bottom lip, he pulled back, looked me square in the eyes and said; “lets go inside!”
