Erica’s first year after State U. had turned out to be very
disappointing for romance. She’d made friends, but just hadn’t found
any guys to play with.
She went through her wardrobe and selected an outfit for a
night on the town. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter
belt. Next a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a
loose silk blouse and an above-the-knee skirt. Lastly, some medium
heels, a tailored jacket, some light makeup and perfume.
Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a northside bar that
wasn’t too crowded. That night the crowd was lively if small. It didn’t
take her to long to attract the attentions of a tall blond guy. He was
wearing a subdued leather jacket and black jeans. He strode over to her
table with another bottle of the beer she was drinking.
“May I offer you another, ma’am” drawled the man in a hokey
cowboy accent. Erica smiled and gave him permission. Erica surveyed
him. He was quite well-built, with no hint of flab on his muscular
frame. He had a soft blond moustache and blue eyes. He went to get them
two more bottles after some simple small talk. His buns were tight in
the jeans and she guestimated that he could be quiite well-endowed
although that was speculation.
The dance music in the bar finally got them away from the
table. They skipped the latest by Prince and went up for a slow song.
She smiled warmly at him and noticed another heat beginning inside her
panties. He held her close and firm, and she could feel his cock
starting to grow inside his jeans. She wanted to fall for him and she
wanted to play with a cock that she didn’t tuck inside a drawer after
her orgasm.
Their body language was unmistakable as Erica pressed herself
against his growing hardness. He shifted his hips to accentuate the
pressure. Not to many songs later she agreed quickly to his suggestion
to get some air.
They walked into the parking lot and paused to take in the
beautiful night sky. At least that is why Erica paused.
“Why don’t you take your panties off?”
Erica was shocked by his command, but the heat between her legs
kept her from telling him off. She could already see his hard-on in the
tight jeans and his order struck a chord in her.
Thinking that she was probably making the biggest mistake of
her life, she smiled and began to draw her skirt upwards. She did it
slow, never taking her eyes off his face. He was motionless but his
attention was fixed on her legs. She felt the skirt slip above her
hips. She hooked a finger under each side of her panties and drew them
down her legs, bending over to do so and hide her pussy from his
immediate view. She also knew that her breasts were now displayed
prominently down the loose front of her blouse. Finally she
straightened up and after a moment pulled her skirt back into
position.
Erica walked up to him and tucked her panties in his back jeans
pocket. She returned to her original spot about six feet away. She
could play this delicious game as well.
“Caress yourself.” He smiled slightly and let his hand drape
over his bulge as it had been wanting to do for half an hour.