| Straight: BDSM: Friday-night Fun (1/4) |
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-Her Point Of View- It was a stormy night outside, but not yet raining. I stood outside waiting for him, standing in the shadows cast by the many giant trees that framed the street. My long, deep brown hair, untied, swept around my face with every light breeze. I began straightening my ruffled dark grey skirt; I had chosen my favourite to show off my long legs. With one look at my form-fitting, blood red tank top, I knew it did not need fixing. Finally, I heard what I had been waiting for: a car's motor coming slowly from the darkness beyond the end of the street. Sure enough, within minutes his dark black vehicle with tinted windows was coasting towards my place. He quickly brought the car to a stop and I enthusiastically jumped in. When I got in I could smell the pine air freshener and could feel his tense wanting of me. Cast in shadows, hiding his sly smile from my view, he was dressed in a dark t-shirt with dark jeans. When I reached over to kiss his lips, he surprised me by not letting me go as soon as he usually does. Instead, he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Apparently he was in no hurry to get to his place, but rather wanted to start things right there. Reaching over, I ran my hand through his hair, as we kissed each other more and more deeply. His taste was wonderfully sweet, and very hard to describe. I then remembered we were still sitting in his car outside my house. "Don't you want to get going so we can have our fun?" I whispered after I finally got a breath of air. He laughed lightly, remembering my ideas I had told him about. "Yeah, I suppose we should," he agreed, releasing my waist and grabbing the steering wheel. All at once we were off to his house, the night still dark around us. As soon as we hit the highway, we were speeding down the road with the windows down and the radio blasting, the warm humid air invading the interior of the car. Soon we were pulling up his driveway and parking in the garage. We got out of the car and closed the doors. As we walked up to his house, a slight wind gust flipped my skirt up, revealing my red panties I had on that night. I made no move to push my skirt back down. He immediately noticed and came up behind me to fix it, pausing with his hands on my ass, then dropping them underneath the hem of my skirt to stroke my thigh. This made me even more excited than I already was, his touch sending a shiver through me. I turned to him, crossing my arms behind his neck and biting my lip, giving him a look that was full of seduction and lust. I could tell by his facial expression that he got my message, and was as ready as I was to have a little Friday-night fun. We made our way through the door, not bothering to turn any lights on; we both like it better in the dark. Crossing into the living room, I pulled him to the couch. He clambered on top of me, pressing his soft lips up against mine, as I felt hands running |
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