Let’s Go For A Drive ch 1

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From the day that we met online, Dave and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves and sex. He was older than me; married and lived in another state, the chance of us meeting seemed impossible, although we often talked about it. I didn’t think anything more about it, until to my surprise, he called me one afternoon. He had some business in a town near mine, and if I was free, would love to take me out to lunch, adding that he’d have me for dessert. Now how could I resist a temptation like that, I loved the idea of having sex with him. I gave him my address, and cell phone number, so he could call if he had trouble making it. Then again, I doubted there would be that kind of mishap. After telling me what kind of car he drove and the color, he said he’d call when he got near my place.I could hardly wait, it had been too damn long since I had felt the touch of a man. I made a face and exclaimed, “Oh hell let’s face it, I need to be fucked!”I went to bed that night, masturbating with visions of what him and I would do the next day. Oh my God did I cum hard.The day of our date, I showered, and picked out a sexy summer dress to wear. Applied the right amount of make-up to be alluring and perfumed all the right places. I then looked in the mirror whistled, “Damn girl you’re look sexy! Look out Dave, here I come.”He picked me up promptly around 10am. When he knocked on the door, I nearly passed out from anticipation. When I opened it, Dave took me into his arms kissing me deep and hard, and already I was primed for fucking. “Hungry Doll?”“Yes I am.” “Okay, just istanbul travesti remember, I’m having you for dessert.”I blushed, smirked, and answered, “That my dear can be arranged, with or without whipped cream.”He escorted me to the car, being a perfect gentleman opening my door for me. As we drove off I instructed him to drive to a little out of the way café for lunch. It’s a place that offered privacy so we could talk about anything. We pulled into the parking lot, and he escorted me to the door, and a waiter led us to our seat. We ordered something light and refreshing to drink, as we looked over the menus. The waiter returned and took our orders. It wasn’t long until we were talking like long lost friends. However, our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies. Dave looked around the room, then leaned over and asked. “Do you like to masturbate?” My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember the age when I discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement. I blushed, giggled, and confessed, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”Before he could respond I flashed him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”He blushes and replied, “Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil. I just had to have you.”I shifted in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and asked, istanbul travestileri “Dave, when did you have your first sexual experience with a woman?”I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his arm and looked him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.Dave’s, eyes came alive with excitement and he replied, “Oh really? God that is so hot.” He paused to watch my reaction. “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”My body trembled and I admitted, “Oh my God, I would love to hear about that.”Dave lowered his head, shifted in his chair and answered, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”I grabbed his arm, smiled, and calmly answered. “Sure, honey, why don’t you send me an email about it?”He kissed my cheek, put his arm around me, and admitted, “That’s a great idea. I can turn you on when you cannot sleep, and you’re hot and horny.”I winked and cooed, “Looks like someone is reading my mind.”He laughed, “Well baby, great minds do think alike.”I took a sip of my cola and squirmed in my seat, and noticed Dave watching me closely.He flashed me a devilish grin and suggested, “Looks like I am not the only one horny as hell. Let’s get out of here.”I nodded my head in agreement and the two of us stood up and walked out of the restaurant, making sure my body concealed Dave’s hard on. He escorted me to his vehicle; the travesti istanbul smell of his cologne was enough to make me weak in the knees and get my motor revved up more. When he reached to open my car door, I leaned into him and kissed his cheek. Dave got into the driver’s side, and I slid over to sit next to him. He looked around, and then kissed me passionately as his fingers ran across the swell of my breast. I had no idea what was about to happen until he leaned over and suggested, “Let’s go for a drive in the country.” I grabbed Dave’s hand and placed it in up under my dress until his fingers touched my drenched panties. His face lit up with excitement and he said, “Damn, you’re so wet. Keep that thought in mind, I spotted a secluded area near here yesterday, a perfect place where we can go and have some fun.”Dave placed both hands on the wheel and drove out of the city. I lay my head on his shoulder and soon I noticed we were turning off the main road, going down a dusty, country-road.Once I saw we were off the main road, and driving toward a wooded area, I put my seductive plan into action. I watched him closely as I began unbuttoning my dress. I moved cautiously and slowly as I wanted to surprise him. I’d gotten down to the point he could see my bra and panties, by the time he glanced my way.Dave almost drove off the road and exclaimed, “Hot-damn! Woman, I never knew you had an exhibitionist side.”I smiled seductively and replied, “Like what you see baby?”He nodded his head, and gently moved his right hand up my left leg. Slowly kneading my skin with a touch as light as a feather, closer to my hot cunt with each passing second. My hand instinctively went to his hard cock tenting his jeans. Just as his hand reached my soaking pussy, I quivered with an approaching orgasm. Then to my frustration he removed his hand quickly and ordered.

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