“I suppose, but she was amazing; so incredibly sensual. Every guy wished he wa…” I stopped in mid-sentence and glanced over at her. She was looking at me. “I’m sorry Donna. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. Let’s talk about something else.”
Donna’s approach to changing the subject worked wonders as she leaned toward me and put her hand on my thigh and began working it toward my lap. Her touch was like electricity surging through me. By the time her fingers moved to my crotch, my cock was rock hard. My lungs seemed to push up into my throat. I couldn’t breathe. She found my zipper in the dark and pulled it down. I glanced at her face that had come closer as she put her torso on the center console. She had a wicked grin on her face as my cock pushed out of my slacks directly into her hand.