"Uhh, yeah," he groaned. Leigh had a particularly special way of using her hands. But Dave wanted something else.
"Come on. Get out of the car," he commanded.
Leigh was the captain of what was called the Flag Corp. What they did didn't really matter, but she did wear something just like a cheerleader's outfit. The skirt was excitingly short, with the school's colors on it. Dave knew that she had taken her bloomers off earlier, and he wanted to get his hands on her undies.
It was still warm out, so neither of them cared that they were already not wearing pants, or were about to take them off. They grabbed each other and started kissing in front of the car. As they traded tongues, Dave slipped his hand down her back and found his way to her bare butt. He was happy to find her wearing her little blue thong. It covered nothing, and did little more than to make both of them very horny.
Leaving the skirt on, Dave slip the other hand to her pussy and started rubbing it throught the thin material. She moaned into his ear. More than anything they both loved to talk dirty.
"Oh yeah. That's just right. Please, Dave. Please slip a finger into me. I want to feel you inside me now. Won't you fuck me?" she half slurred, half whispered into his ear.
Dave knelt down and pulled her panties to the ground. As he was squating, face before her beautiful smooth white thighs and smelling her sent, he considered what to do next. |