. . .Thinking about you is what got me in trouble. I didn't even think about it. My hand left the steering wheel and moved underneath my skirt. . .My panties were already wet. I was wearing the black pair you bought me. The one you said was over priced because it was little more than just dental floss and small patch of fabric. But you loved the way it clung to my body.


I remember your hot breath on my cold bare skin when you took of my shirt. Your eyes wandering up and down my body. The release of my breasts when you unhooked my bra. Your smile when you realized I was going to let you deep inside of me. Without thinking and without taking both hands off the steering wheel, I unbuttoned my white blouse. My hand reached underneath the light fabric and felt what you touched. Through the satin fabric, I run my fingers along my nipple. . .