Page 22 of Unforgivable Sins

That one word seems to flow from her lips, onto my fingers, and travel up my arm and over the rest of my body. My skin is tingling all over from the sensory overload of just sitting next to her. Her scent. Her warm breath against my fingers. Her skin under my touch. All of it has my cock growing, even without the need to hear her

whimper in pain.

Alive.

Fuck. She makes me feel alive too.

“Does this make you feel alive?” I ask, as I trail my finger down her chin, her neck, and follow the material of her dress as it lays against her chest. I gently trace the edge of the material over her breast and watch as her nipple peaks under the lightest touch.

“Wendee, I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she admits in a heavy whisper.

I keep my fingers moving south. The slit in her dress is exposing her entire leg, almost clear up to her hip. My fingertips meet her soft skin and I make lazy circles on the top of her thigh, moving slowly to the inside. Her breath hitches, making my cock twitch, as I reach the sensitive skin close to her center.

“Are you wearing panties?”

Her eyes shoot up to mine, wide and confused, but also excited and full of desire. Fuck she’s as easy to read as an open book with illustrated pictures.

“Yes,” she repeats.

I remove my hand from her thigh and sit back against the booth, appraising her. “Take them off and place them on the table.”

“What?”

“You heard me and I don’t like to repeat myself. Take. Them. Off.”

She darts a look around the bar. We’re out in the open, but no one can see what happens underneath the table, only what happens above it. And, at the moment, no one is paying us much attention.

She reaches into the slit of her dress and lifts her ass, pulling the panties off, and then all the way down her legs. She wads them up and throws them on top of the table.

I reach for them and stretch them out. “Lace thong, in my favorite color, black. And a royal-blue dress. Were you thinking of me when you got dressed tonight, Wendee?”

“Yes,” another whispered admission.

I move my hands to the center of the panties and rub my fingers over the wetness. “They’re soaked. Are you already wet from me barely touching you?” The thought of her soaking wet pussy has my cock aching and pushing forcefully against my zipper.

Fuck.

I never even knew I could get this fucking hard but everything about her has me pulled as tight as a fucking bowstring.

She doesn’t say anything but I see her clenching her thighs together, desperate for friction. I lift my arm back over the top of the booth. “Come here,” I order her.

She hesitates, bites her lower lip, her cheeks already flushed with the heat of her desire and fuck, she looks so fucking sexy. I shouldn’t want to touch her, not like this. Not this intimately. This isn’t how I do this. Then again, Wendee hasn’t made me do anything I normally do.

She slides closer to me but stops about half way. “Don’t be shy now. All the way.” I stay where I’m sitting, completely relaxed and unassuming, when in reality my insides are a mess of excitement and anticipation, and my dick is a fucking vaulting pole inside my pants.

She slides along the booth until her body is touching mine. I reach down and grab her right leg, hooking it over my left. I grab her hand and place it on her leg. “Make sure this leg stays here. Don’t move it.” She nods. Her chest is really rising and falling with heavy breaths now, as if she just got finished running a mile and not simply sitting next to me.

Because of the slit in her dress, her bare pussy is now clearly exposed to me. All I have to do is look down. Even lost to the shadows I’d still be able to see her, though not as clearly as I’d like, but I keep my eyes on her face, watching every little thought and emotion that passes over it.

I glide my fingers slowly up her exposed thigh until I reach the heat of her core. My finger immediately sinks into soft, warm wetness, and I have to fight against the groan that wants to escape my lips at how impossiblygoodshe feels as I sink a finger inside of her.

“Mmmm,” she leans her head back and closes her eyes, mouth parting as she pushes her hips up higher so I can get deeper.

I add another finger. “Oh, fuck, Wendee,” I can’t help but close my eyes for a second as I focus on how it feels to slide inside of her. “You’re so fucking tight.” I can just imagine how her tight pussy will feel hugging my hard cock as I push it inside of her.

She’s so wet her pussy is making squishing noises as I slide my fingers in and out of her. I continue to stretch her tight pussy wider, and then I add my thumb, rubbing her swollen clit.