You had more than your usual two drinks and let me know well before we left the bar that you were definitely in the mood to be naughty. It had started out very coyly with you rubbing that area just above your breasts while looking away. You wanted me to notice and I did. When you folded your arms under your breasts, no one could have accused you of pushing them slightly forward but you did. You continued to make the most casual of conversation. With your arms folded under your breasts like that, somehow or other, your thumb started to move, almost unnoticeably, across your nipple. I got hard as soon as that nipple did. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your breast. No one else could see that my knuckles began to replace the stimulation of your thumb. You smiled and leaned forward making it harder for others to see what was going on and easier for my hand to graze your nipple. When you said, “Hey, what are you doing,” Sex hikayeleri it was with mock outrage and a twinkle in your eye. I replied, “Are you wet yet?” You looked directly at me, pinched your other nipple and said, “Are you hard yet?” I said very casually as if it weren’t a dare, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Your hand dropped under the table and went right where you knew my cock would be. I was truly surprised by your boldness. The bar table was pretty small but there wasn’t a lot of light. Maybe no one could see what was happening. When your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, “Are you wet yet?” You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still seeming composed, you inched your hips lower so I could find your clit. You continued to fondle my Sikiş hikayeleri cock, especially the head of it while my finger was falling in love again with your clit. When I hit it quickly three times and shoved my finger into your tightness, you simultaneously gripped my cock and inhaled sharply. Pulling my hand away from you while managing as much calm as I could, I caught the eye of the waitress and called for the check. The look on her face made me wonder whether she had noticed our not-completely-secret touching. I recognized some hunger in that look and it didn’t help my attempts to look or stay calm. The fact that she was showing a lot of cleavage didn’t help matters. You noticed her angling so we would have the best view of her nicely rounded breasts in hopes of increasing her tip. It worked. The truth is, her tits made me that much hungrier for yours. I looked over and all but pleaded, “Can we go now?” You continued moving your hand along the length of my cock and it started Erotik hikaye to pulse. You replied all sweetness and innocence saying, “Are you sure you want to leave?” I boldly pinched your nipple and got you to stop. You made sure to finish your last drink and we left. Yes, I had reason to be a little self-conscious as I walked past people towards the door. You loved it. It didn’t take us long to tumble into the back seat of a taxi. It had taken about fifteen minutes from our hotel to the bar and I was hoping for a late night traffic jam as we pulled away. You cuddled very close to me, leaned your head up and invited me to kiss you. It was the first of many warm and wet kisses that night. What happened next was completely unexpected. Using both hands, you wrangled my zipper down, stormed past my shorts, and pulled my cock out into the open. Your hand was warm and insistent. Your hunger was in your grip and in your eyes. Knowing the driver couldn’t see your hand didn’t matter to you. You wanted what you wanted and when that happens, you aren’t going to be denied. The heat in the cab seemed to shoot up. I reached into your low cut blouse, inside your bra, cupped your breast, and found your nipple with my thumb and began stroking it. The look on your face kept asking for more.