The View From My Knees

From the moment he walked over to me, I wanted him. Why had I agreed to meet him here, at the mall, when all I really wanted was to get him in private and let him ravage my naked body? I had to control myself; we’d get there eventually.

After a warm hello, he led me down the escalator to an upscale Italian restaurant. As we were led to our table, an amusing thought occurred to me. “Wait a second, is this our first actual date?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

I smiled and giggled at the absurdity of it. We’d already spent countless hours having wildly intense, passionate, mind-blowing sex. And now, only a month after our first drunken encounter, we were finally going on a proper date. Who says romance is dead?

We chatted over pasta and wine, delighted to discover that, even after hours of chatting online, there was still more to learn about each other. I discretely studied his handsome face as he talked, and I blushed when I noticed his gaze lingering on mine, too, from time to time. After dinner, we went to a nearby bar for a quick drink before catching a movie. During the movie, our hands wandered and secretly tickled each other’s most intimate areas. By the time the movie was over, we were so horny we could barely keep from tearing each other’s clothes off in the elevator on our way to the parking garage.

The fifteen minute car ride home seemed like an eternity. To pass the time, and to further fuel our fire, I began to tease him. I started softly rubbing between my legs. Even through pants, the sensation was delightful. I wasn’t wearing panties, so I could feel my wetness through the thin cotton material. A small moan escaped my lips.

“What are you up to over there?” He asked, glancing over briefly.

“Oh nothing,” I said coyly. “You just keep your eyes on the road.”

Next, I slid my hand under the waistband of my pants and down to my clit. The feeling of skin on delicate skin gave me goosebumps. “Mmm,” I moaned again, louder this time.

“Oh my god, that is so hot,” he said, delighted. I was certainly getting a rise out of him, but I knew I could do better. I wanted to drive him crazy. After all, the more worked up he was when we finally arrived at our destination, the harder he’d fuck me.

As I continued to rub my clit with one hand, I used the other to pull a breast out of my top. I cupped it and tweaked my nipple for a moment before reaching into my shirt and pulling out the other breast.

“Oh god,” he moaned, glancing over. He took his right hand from the steering wheel and fondled my breasts.

As he continued to play with my exposed tits, I started to unbutton my pants. I pulled them down just enough so that he could see my neatly trimmed mound and the little pink button of flesh that popped out just below it. I licked the tips of my fingers and went back to rubbing my swollen clit. It wasn’t long before his hand left my breasts and traveled downward. He passed my own hand and finally reached the moist hole between my legs.

“You are so fucking wet!” he exclaimed hungrily. He slid one finger in first, then a second, and finally a third. As he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, I closed my eyes and moaned. I wasn’t sure how he could possibly be paying attention to the road through all of this, but at that moment all I cared about were the sensations between my legs.

Just as I felt myself on the verge of orgasm, he pulled his hand out of my pants and turned off the car. I opened my eyes to discover that we were sitting in the parking lot of his building. How long had my eyes been closed?

“Fuck,” he said. “I can’t wait to get you up to my apartment and get my cock in you.”

We exited the car, and he walked around to meet me. He pressed me firmly against the side of the vehicle and gave me a long, deep kiss. I could feel his erection pressing against me through his jeans. After what seemed like an eternity, our lips parted and we hurried toward the elevator.

I could tell you what happened next, but I think I’ll save that for another post…