The length of my dress allowed his hand to touch nothing but bare skin when he did so, and my leg quivered. Feeling that, he pulled his hand away and ...placed it back on the wheel. Feeling braver and more relaxed, I reached over and put my hand on top his. He didn't resist as I gently pulled his hand off the wheel and placed it back where it was as I said, "It's okay I'm just a little nervous. I haven't done this for awhile." Knowing about how long it would take to reach his place, we drove for a. I begin to explore your body with my hands….as you explore mine… You find that I am aroused by you. I open your blouse; I lick and kiss your neck. I undo your bra and slide it open to reveal an ample set of breasts with very hard nipples. I feel each one…gently rolling them between my fingers. I lean down and suck each one into my mouth…one then the other and back again. I slide your blouse and bra off…you feel the heat from the fire…and me. You lie back as I kiss down your. The body you have. The personality you have. The way you do the shit you do. You speak your mind. You're not afraid to say whatever the fuck you want. I think it's pretty damn amazing. And I had no idea you were so young. I really didn't. Yeah. I've slept with other younger girls/women. But not as blunt and open as you. And seriously? I just met you, we're working together, and this? Christ, I could handle this every day. It was pretty amazing. There's your truth." Bridget smiled. And she. Her hips were twitching to her lover's hand. She thought: We're the same, we two, being done by our men.She was still trying not to groan, breathing fast, shallow breaths, and was close to coming when she turned her face back to her lover's again and whispered, with luxurious breaths and squeaks for punctuation, "Darling, I wish that were you. I'd like it... oh!... I'd like it if you did that to a boy and let me watch. Oh! Oh! Don't make me come yet. Please! Not yet. Oh God. It isn't what I.