He must have gone home with my scent on his fingers. We sat in the front of his car and kissed. I hate kissing but I love kissing him. He tried putting his hands up my slit but in my figure hugging fish tail slit that was an impossible task.
Where’s your zip? I unclasped the hook and eye that held my skirt together and unzipped my skirt. He put his hand down my skirt…
You’re wet for me. In my mind I thought, “I could get wetter still”. He kissed me whilst he stroked my clit. I started to get wetter still. I clung to his lips whilst he clung to my clit.
Do you have a large clit?
I don’t know, I responded.
He touched me again. “Oh yes you do. That’s even better“. Why I asked? It makes everything easier.
I started to gasp. Ah. Ah. Ah. Yes, he responded. I started to suck on his lips harder. He responded by thrusting his tongue into my mind and chanting a litany of yes’s. I shuddered and smiled. He went home with my scent on his fingers…