Top Blogs: MIKE IN BRAZIL was the wrong thing to do. Andrea quietly leaned over the table and just about begged me to finish. She whispered, "If you don't hurry up and take me home, I'll go back to my place alone and finish this evening with my own hand!"
Well, how could I ignore the need? I paid the check and walked her to the car. Along the way, we held hands like two love struck puppies. Once inside the car and on our way, I made long distance strokes on her leg, again. She surprised me by grabbing my hand again and for the briefest moments just held it still. I thought that she was going to stop all activity until we arrived at my place. Then she took me past amazement by roughly forcing my hand up along her inner thighs above her skirt and into the humid depths of her crotch. I was dumbfounded when I touched pubic hair where cotton or satin normally resided. She had never gone without panties and certainly was into new territory going without panties and wearing a skirt! Oh god, I cant' tell you how this was getting me hard. Andrea was going into "bad girl" areas without my direction! I knew that this night was going to be special.
