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“An Audi A8 GT? What year is this?” I gushed as we reached her car. I wasn’t sure what I expected her to drive, but it sure as hell wasn’t a sleek sports car.
“2016. Get in. I’m about to show you how quick and sharp I can be,” she declared, taking the driver’s seat. I raised my eyebrow.
Fuck yeah! I got into the passenger’s side, and it was just as sweet as I imagined it to be. How can this chica have a better car than me, man?
And sure enough, she could drive the shit out of that bad boy. We were back to her place in less than five minutes and she pulled into the parking space in one fell swoop. It looked effortless, and I was turned on immensely.
Nothing sexier than a girl who can drive a sports car, I thought to myself as I felt my member begin to harden in my pants. Down boy. Let’s get inside first.
“Quick and sharp enough for you?” she smirked.
Oh, so you’re cocky too?
“I don’t know…I might need some more examples…” I flirted. She arched a thin, black eyebrow and I chuckled. And then, without warning, her lips were pressed to mine.
My eyes widened at her sudden forwardness, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I kissed her back fervently, hoping not to come off as overly eager, while also making it clear that I very much wanted more. She brought a hand up to my cheek and I was thankful I had decided to shave earlier today.
My hand went to the nearest thing it could find—her hip—and I pulled her closer toward me. Our tongues danced, and she sucked on my bottom lip. I squeezed my hand and she let out a light moan.
“Wanna come upstairs?” she breathed against my lips. I nodded, but inside, I was screaming
FUCK YES.
How’s it going over there, Casanova? I heard Trent’s voice in my mind.
Amigo, we’re sitting in her 2016 Audi A8 GT.
WHAT? Yo, my man!
I know, right?
You’d better hit that tonight, bro. See if she’ll let you drive it in the morning. I could hear the laughter in Trent’s voice.
She actually just invited me up.
Say no more, man! Call me tomorrow with the details.
“Are you coming?” Min was already out of the car and had her door open, waiting for me to get out.
Shit. I hopped out the car and followed her up to the doors of the building.
“Bass Cottage Inn, eh? Someone’s fancy.” I laughed as we walked through the doors and she led me upstairs.
“Pftt. Company’s paying for it,” she snorted as we walked down the hallway. We reached the last room at the end and she opened the door.
“Wow, this place is nice,” I remarked, stepping into the opulent room. Judging by her two zipped suitcases, I guessed she had arrived that day; she hadn’t even unpacked anything yet. “Did you just get here?”
I didn’t get an answer. Instead, her lips were on mine once again, and she was peeling off my flannel shirt.
I liked girls that got down to business.
I helped her take off the shirt and lifted the grey one with it, and within seconds, her hands were exploring my chest as our kiss deepened. I wanted to return the favor, so I felt for her jacket, but then I opened my eyes to see it already lying on the floor.
She does work quickly…I admired her eagerness.
I decided it made no sense to hold back at this point. I grabbed her blouse and lifted it over her head, revealing a lacy pale blue bra.
“Yeah, they’re kind of small…” she joked, looking down at her breasts and then back up at me.
“They’re perfect.” I grabbed her and pulled her body against mine. I bent down and started kissing and nibbling at her neck, while at the same time, working to open her bra clasp. She laced her fingers behind my head and moaned a little with each bite, sending blood straight into my shaft, which was now pressing against her. She kissed the only place she could reach at the moment, my shoulder, but it felt good just the same to feel her soft lips anywhere against my skin.
Her bra opened fairly easily, and I patted myself on the back. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, but so far, so good.
I pulled away, taking her bra with me. Her breasts were the perfect handful, perky, and her nipples were the softest pink. They almost blended into her flushed skin.
“You’re staring again,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. I grabbed both of her arms and pulled her toward me again, pressing her breasts against my bare chest. They were soft and caved at the contact.
“¿Puedes culparme?” I whispered in her ear seductively, brushing my lips against it.
“I have no idea what you just said, but fuck, it was sexy…” She grabbed my face and pulled it back down to kiss me again, and I smiled inwardly. That was definitely the effect I had been going for. Seconds later, her hands were unbuttoning my jeans, and instead of pulling them down on their own, she yanked my boxer briefs down with them.
Since we’re playing that game… I did the same to her, taking off her jeans and thong at the same time, our naked bodies now facing one another.
Her womanhood was covered in very fine hair; so fine, that from afar, it would be unnoticeable. All I wanted was to part her legs to see more.
Her eyes were on my member, and I knew without looking that it was standing at attention. Her eyes were wide, and I could tell immediately what she was thinking without her having to say a word.