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by Shannon Michaels
 Dinner had been too much for them. Sitting across from each other where they could only stroke each other’s hands or allow their legs to touch beneath the table… the limited touch teased them both to their cores. Their desire for each other weakened them. Their bodies yearned to be closer, to act upon their desires.
As Andre drove the twelve miles back to Percilla’s home his mind was consumed with her as he rested his right arm between them on the armrest. His fingers were only an inch from her leg. He found concentrating on the road difficult. In the tight confines of the two-seater Percilla’s leg brushed his hand as he made a turn. His erection began again. He was glad his cotton briefs held him tight as his mind wandered.
Andre’s mind focused on the glimpse, he was treated to, of Percilla’s legs after they pulled up to the restaurant. Chivalry would not died with him, Andre had opened the passenger door and offered Percilla assistance in getting up from the low sports car. It was then that he saw it…. The silkiness of her stockings allowed her skirt to slip up her thigh momentarily exposing the edge of her stockings, the extension of the garter belt, its clip, and the smooth, tanned skin of her thigh. As she stood the hem of the skirt fell to its full length. His heart raced. Andre felt as if he’d just been privy to sneak a peak at something he’d been longing to see for months. The memory of that sneak-peak still brought a tingle to his groin, even now ninety minutes later. His mind was jumping from one tantalizing memory to another. He turned and smiled at Percilla. She mirrored his expression and reached up taking his hand in hers. Andre looked back down the road, but found his mind reaching back to dinner.
He knew he would not soon forget how delicately Percilla held a strawberry in her fingers, how gently she placed her plum colored lips around the berry, locking eyes with him. Andre could still see Percilla’s lips release the berry, parting only to allow her teeth to take a hold of the strawberry half way up its structure. The memory caused the same reactions it did when she had first done it… Andre swallowed hard and his erection grew. In his mind’s eye, he saw Percilla biting down on the strawberry, leaving half of it in the clutches of her teeth and how she brought the glass of Chardonnay to her lips. Percilla did not break eye contact with Andre. Her tongue pulled the strawberry into her mouth as she took a sip of the white win. He remembered being glad the tablecloth hid the uncontrolled reaction in his groin, especially when she slowly and gently chewed the piece of fruit. Percilla’s tongue slowly came out between her smiling lips to retrieve a drip of Chardonnay that lingered on them. Oh how Andre wanted her.
Andre exited the freeway at Lowell Avenue, turning right toward Percilla’s home.
Percilla’s mind was racing as their fingers intertwined. She told herself that it was not best to invite him in, after all, Percilla had not checked with her roommates, maybe next time, she thought to herself as Andre drove up and parked in front of the home she shared with two other females.
Andre turned the engine off, but left the radio on.
“I had a good time,” he said gazing into her eyes.
“Me too. The food was tasty,” the smile on Percilla’s face told him she liked more then just the food. “That’s the first time I’ve been to the Wild Laurel Cafe,” Percilla said tracing imaginary lines on his right forearm. She crossed her long legs as she turned in the seat so she could see him better. Andre leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Percilla’s hand caressed Andre’s chest as his hand began moving up onto her shoulder, slowly trailing down her back. He pulled her torso to him. His forearm brushed the side of her right breast and then came to rest, momentarily, on her thigh. Their lips separated as the kiss deepened. His tongue tickled her lips.
Percilla reached up, running her fingers through his short thick hair. Andre decreased the space between their bodies again. He wanted her breasts against him. She allowed him to press her to him as she because lost in the passion of the kiss. Minutes passed before they slowly eased apart. Andre’s eyes caressed her body. Percilla felt the weight of his eyes on her skin. His eyes and hand seemed to be one.
Andre allowed his hand to come off of her cotton skirt onto the black silk stockings that covered her long legs. His strong hand moved forward and back gliding with ease on the stockings. He was teasing her. Her body began to tingle.
His hand began to slide up under the hem of her skirt. Percilla took a deep breath, but did not deter him. Andre leaned forward drawing her in with his kiss. Their lips parted and she welcomed his tongue dancing with hers. Percilla did not want to keep him away from her, she allowed gravity to pull her hand off of his chest. Their upper bodies came closer. Andre held her close to him with his free hand. The heat of the summer night was intensifying with each stroke of his hand. Percilla found she was glad the hard top of the convertible was in the trunk as the late July night, mixed with their body heat, and would have otherwise fogged up the windows. His lips trailed onto her chin, her cheek and then her long bear neck. Percilla’s back arched in response to his touch. She released a soft sweet moan.
Andre did not stop. He pressed on. His kissing trailed down her neck to her collar bone and onto the bear skin of her chest, the skin not covered by her top. Percilla sucked in some air, trying to catch her breath as his hand continued up her thigh to the edge of the mid-thigh-high stocking. His fingers stopped and trailed along the edge of the silk. Her smooth silky exposed skin caused Andre’s arm to tingle.
Percilla did not dissuade him. Instead she found where her own hand had fallen. It was on his thigh. She began to allow her fingers to trace the folds of fabric on his leg. His fingers began to travel up her bear thigh. He traced invisible lines on her silky skin, back and forth, extending the line of inspection with each stroke. Andre’s fingers finally bumped into the edge of her black lace panties. But his fingers retreated as smoothly as they had come. He did not want to move too fast. He did not want to push the issue. Percilla’s own fingers finding and not retreating from his hardness told him not to stop.
Percilla was pleased as her fingers traced the healthy mass beneath his pants. They scooted even closer to each other. Andre began retracing his lip trail, veering off towards her ear. His tongue flickered in her ear. She was wet. He gently took her ear lob in his teeth and suckled it.
“Ohhh,” she whispered, “we can’t do this… I told you I’m not on anything,” Percilla said regretting she was not already on the pill, because she wanted him. She yearned to have him. They yearned for each other.
He slowly pulled away, flopping back in the driver’s seat. He blew out a long breath. “You’re right.” He silently chastised himself. Why hadn’t he gotten any protection this afternoon?
Percilla uncrossed her tingling legs and squared herself back in the passenger seat, knowing that it was right to wait, knowing that it was right not to take the chance. The moment lingered as their fingers intertwined, slowly moving without letting go. The sensuality of their touch fueled their passion, their desire, and began to feed their need.
“Oh, the hell with it,” Percilla heard Andre say as he came towards her quickly, gently sliding his left hand up under her skirt while placing his mouth over hers. Andre pulled Percilla to him as his hand found her crotch. He was happy to find her panties were already wet. She could not hide that she wanted him too…
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