Seduction At The Bar 2
***He***
This is getting interesting!
I stare into her eyes, putting passion into mine as I let the finger
under her chin slip down to trace the curve of her neck and the soft
valley of her meager cleavage.
She doesn't turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a
moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she
follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.
Lips or no, she can kiss!
I feel my cock stirring in the leg of my trousers!
***She***
Well, now! No wonder he's confident! My pussy starts to weep from the
passion in his kiss! At first, I want to escape, but realize it's
futile. I must play this out, so I go on the offensive, and kiss him
back!
My tongue explores playfully inside his mouth, refusing to duel with
his, but not avoiding it either.
His hand just above my buttocks covers most of my back with heat, and
my nipples harden as I feel a large bulge start to grow where his
trousers press into my belly!
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***He***
Pulling away from the kiss, I grasp a ringed earlobe between my teeth
and bite gently, eliciting a lustful gasp!
Slender, sharp-nailed fingers slide through my hair, sending chills
down my spine! They grasp a double-handful of my hair pull my head
away!
Warm lips and sharp teeth leave a trail of fire along the inner curve
of my chest muscle as those nails dig into my scalp!
My erection is trapped painfully in the leg of my slacks, and I pull
back to give it room to rise.
***She***
We pull away and gaze into each other's eyes, passion smoldering just
beneath the surface as we both realize we're in the wrong venue for
the next round.
Without a word, we head for the door. In the dark of the small parking
lot, we each press the keyless entry buttons for our cars.
Damn! His Ferrari trumps my Porsche, and I push the other button on my
key tab, re-locking the Porsche.
With aplomb, he offers a hand to help me into the passenger seat. I
have no choice but to accept.
Nothing is said as the powerful engine of the red, low-slung car
sweeps us toward his home-court and away from mine.
