I started to undo his shirt, fumbling with the buttons when his hands started to trace my breasts, his thumbs twirling around my sensitive and hardeni...ng nipples. I breathed in sharply and took off his shirt and pulled his hips into mine, craving his body and the hard on I could feel growing underneath his trousers.My hands slipped into the waistband of his trousers and I unbuttoned them, my fingers grazing against his cock which made him gasp. Suddenly I felt his warm mouth on my left nipple,. Suddenly, she was calmer than I was.“Look, what’s your name again?” she asked. The initial panic was gone, and she was back in control.“Tom Fenner,” I replied.“Tom,” she looked me up and down, trying to decide what to do. “Here’s the situation,” she paused, not sure how many details she needed to give me. “You said you have a car. There is somewhere you can take me.”It was a blur helping her hop down the front steps and sitting her down until I could double-park my car and help her into it. She. I gingerly bring my fingers up to my mouth and give them a small lick—salty. I smile and reach down below again.With my free hand, I pull off my panties, exposing my pussy. I rub my clit slowly, my eyes fixed on the view of a girl going down on another. I push a finger into my vagina and gasp—damn, I’m tight. I gently fuck myself with my finger, biting my lip and breathing hard. I slide in a second finger and moan out loud. Something about today is special—this has never felt so good before. I. After chatting for a while, he noticed that I was tapping my fingers. He looked at my hands for a minute, and said to me “I bet you’d give a great handjob”.I shrugged it off, thinking no more of it, and took a swig of my drink. I told him I’m not into that sort of thing, and changed the topic. Throughout the rest of the night, I kept thinking about it, about giving him a handjob. I never thought I was gay, but for some reason, I was somewhat interested in it.After a while, I started to get.