Whispers in the Back Seat

Tell me your naughtiest fantasy he whispered, his hand between her legs she blushed appropriately, knowing her friends in the front see would stare to hear her speak of forbidden lust he was the brother of a friend of hers in whose back seat they now entwined his rugged looks and charming smile made her heart race, her knees weak she would deny him nothing tell me! He entreated, rubbing fiercely against the pulsing wetness that she hid I want the dirty details, the wickedness tell me about your sin he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her deeply whisper it in my ear, he begged as he pulled her to his chest his fingers tugged forcefully on hardened nipple peaks hoping she would be emboldened enough to speak I don’t want you to think less of me she whispered near his ear I won’t he said, just tell me it’s only a fantasy, a tale you tell it’s not like it will come true she started slowly telling him how she dreamed of many men spread open to be admired tasted and touched, taken again and again she told him of her desire to taste of woman’s flesh to suckle the bud of delicate flower press lips of wetness to wetness in lurid intimate kiss his fingers crept beneath her skirt and found her wet with desire thrust of fingers didn’t ease the burning of her fire no thought was given to onlookers they cared little if they were seen open legs and hardness met in a back seat dance obscene Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 02:43 PM PST   0 • 16