She Loved The Way He Looked At Her

She loved the way he looked at her.  It was a look that was reserved only for when they were on a date.  The rest of the time he was a perfect gentleman – opened her doors, walked on the street side, held her chair, offered his hand when she got out of the car.  And it wasn’t like he didn’t do these things when they were on a date, it was just that he did so much more.  His eyes devoured her.  Not in a wolfish way, just in a way that made her feel totally wanted and hungered for.  She knew that when they were finally behind closed doors at home, he would gently but firmly claim every inch of her body for his own.

She had to admit, it made her wet.  O.k., she wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone but him, but it did.  When he gazed at her that way, she could feel his hand sliding over her breasts, pinching her nipples, holding them as he sucked each tip between his teeth, making her gasp with pleasure.  She could feel his lips as they kissed a hot, steamy path down her belly to that pleasure point between her legs.  She could feel his tongue on the inside of her thighs, working its way up until he pushed open her legs, then lapped first her outer lips, then her clit, and then buried his tongue deep inside her.  She began to pant with the memory of her juices running down the inside of her legs as he devoured her, and once she began to buck against his face, he would slide first one, then two fingers deep inside her and caress her g-spot.  She bit her lip as she remembered on a few nights, he would add a third finger, but his finger would not join the other two, instead, it would find its way into her back door.  Her eyes began to grow heavy with lust, as she could feel him sucking her clit deep in his mouth while thrusting his fingers deep inside her body, filling her holes.  She could only dream of the explosion that awaited her when he had had his fill and he mounted her, driving every inch of his rock hard cock, deep inside her body.

“Carrie?  Carrie?!!”, Paul’s voice nudged her out of her day dream.

“Oh, yes, oh…. My”  she said.

“Are you O.K?” he asked.

“Oh, umm, yes.  But I just want you to know I have a special treat for you when we get to the restaurant.”

When they had arrived and he got out as he always did to open her door for her, she already knew that there was no one around who could see her.  When he offered her his hand, she placed one leg out of the car, her 4 inch heels making her long legs even longer.  She made sure that he skirt rode high on her legs, almost to her waist.  Then slowly spreading her legs, she made no move to rise and waited for his eyes to drop lower.  She knew when he saw what she wanted him to see, because he sharply drew in his breath.  It was clear that her cleanly shaven pussy lips were in full view.

Taking her other hand, holding his gaze with her own, she slipped two fingers deep inside her soaking wet pussy, then pulling them out, she stood, put the two fingers, soaking with her juices, in his mouth and said, “Not wearing any panties always makes me hot.  Thinking about what you are going to do to me when we get home, makes me wet.”

With a saucy grin, she walked past him.   Looking over her shoulder she saw his eyes drinking in her figure as she walked.

It was going to be a great night.