Added 2021-09-05 23:10:58 +0000 UTC
It’s 1989 and I’m your date to the high school prom. We’ve been flirting all semester and you finally have the guts to ask me out. I say yes because well you’re cute... and I already turned down everyone else. You pick me up in your car and tell me I look beautiful and that it’s just sooo me to need to have the biggest sleeves at the event. As you’re driving I place your hand on my leg, moving it from my knee to my upper thigh pulling my dress up in the action; I encourage your hand between my thighs and let you rest there. I feel your hand eagerly edge upwards further and see your eyes widen as you realise I’m wearing no knickers. Your smile grows as you feel just how wet and furry I am. I laugh seeing you get flustered and the bulge in your suit trousers growing. I playfully push your hand away. “Maybe later” I smirk. “I want you to be thinking about tasting me all evening”. You let out a deep sigh telling me how much of a tease I am and how lucky you are to have even felt what you have. I agree telling you that you’re a very lucky boy. “Now, concentrate on the road please”.
