“Where’s your car?” he asked as I stopped walking right next to my Jeep. “Wow,” he seemed surprised, “That’s cool. Do you go off-roading?”
“Yeah,” I said, my eyes beginning to migrate towards the floor as I slowly became more and more aware of the fact that we were entirely alone in the parking lot, “We go out to the desert sometimes, but for the most part I use it as my normal car.” I leaned back against the Jeep, feeling comforted by the familiar object. I let my eyes go up briefly, just long enough to wander his body. He was tall; I was considered just slightly above average for a girl at 5’7”, but he still had to look down at me when he spoke. Probably around six foot something. His shoulders were broad and his figure was lean, and the nice clothes he wore hung on him just right.
He looked at me now, and I know he can see I’m not in to the verbal conversation; so, he begins a nonverbal one. He takes a slow step closer, and I no longer have room to move between him and the car. His arm is up on the Jeep right next to my head, and his face is leaned in only inches away from mine. His cologne plays pleasantly on my nose, and the scent of the Junior Mints he ate during the movie remains sweet on his breath.
“Braden,” I whisper, “I’m… really glad we decided to do this.”
He responds with just a smirk. I open my mouth to say more, but before a single word can escape his smirking mouth is pressed against mine. His lips are soft and warm, testing the waters slowly before building up speed. He opens my mouth up, his tongue coming in to explore its recesses as mine responds with an eager welcome. His hands make their way up to my hair, grasping it with a tug. A light moan leaves my lungs before I could stop it, and he responds by deepening the kiss. Without breaking from him I fumble behind me for the handle of the car’s back door, both of us taking a step forward to give room as I pull it open.
His hands run smoothly from my hair downwards, pausing to rub soothingly at the small of my back, before traveling down and gripping my ass roughly. Another moan escaped as he used the leverage to lift me up and then lay me down on the back seat. He was now positioned directly over me, his lithe, lean body pressed up against mine. Before I realized it I felt my hips moving up to grind rhythmically against him, and his pleasure at the movement grew obvious against my thigh.