A moment later I watch as the car window rolls down a little more and I am now seeing that there is a beautiful woman that goes with those eyes, and that the smile you are flashing me is even more breathtaking then the eyes that first drew me in. I stand on the sidewalk, lost in the features of your face as the rain falling on me is completely forgotten. Your smile never falters as you ask me if I can show you where the hotel you are looking for is located, offering me a ride home if I will show you, and even though I was loving the walk I was having in the rain I have given that up immediately for a chance to spend another moment of time in the encompassing world of your eyes, your warm, comforting smile. I nod and you gesture with your chin as you lean across the cab to unlock your passenger side door and a moment later I find myself climbing in and sitting down across from you without hesitation.
Once inside your car I suddenly become self-conscious, through the rain beaded windows of your car I wasn’t aware of how truly beautiful you are, and now I find myself unable to look away from those piercing eyes. I can feel my face go flush with blood and I somehow manage to eventually tear my eyes away and look down at my hands after an agonizing long silent moment. Hello, you say in a velvety voice just above a whisper, I am Sarah. You offer your hand and I take it, feeling a sudden electric shock as our fingers touch. I bite my lower lip in a moment of nervousness and croak through a suddenly parched dry throat that my name is Kara and that I am pleased to meet you. So, Kara you ask, breaking another long moment of silence as your hand finally allows mine to fall free, where were you headed in this downpour? I look up again and I see you are smiling warmly and I cannot help but return your smile, something in that smile tells me I am safe and almost immediately I feel my body relax just a tiny bit. Walking home from school, I reply, kicking myself mentally as soon as the words exit my mouth for giving an answer that shows my immaturity. I see no reaction from you one way or the other, just that beaming warm smile that seems to mentally caress me and melt away my nervousness.
You are quite stunning, I hear you whisper after another moment of only the sounds of the rain softly tapping on the roof of your car mixed with my own quickened heartbeat in my ears, and again I begin to blush, looking back down to my hands which I have now folded in my lap. I’ll bet all the boys at school are after you, you add, and I let a nervous giggle escape me and quickly look out the passenger side window because I don’t know how to respond to your statement. I am flattered, completely taken by surprise actually; I have never had another female tell me they thought I was pretty, and especially not a complete stranger as beautiful as you are. You sense my nervousness but decide to press on and take a chance, removing your right hand from the steering wheel you quickly place it on the bare, rain wet skin of my thigh above my left knee, gently giving it a loving squeeze before beginning to slide your fingers back and forth smoothly over my thigh in small semi-circles.
Your touch surprises me and I gasp, I feel an immediate spark of electricity blaze through me from your fingertips and I quickly look from the window to your hand, then I tilt my head up a little to look back into your eyes.
You’re smiling still; that incredibly immobilizing warm smile that completely disarms me, and despite the fact that a stranger is touching me for the very first time in my young life I still find my control melting away willingly. The electric touch of your fingertips on my skin has caused goose pimples to appear on my flesh, and I feel the familiar tightness in my lower tummy as I am suddenly aware that my nipples have become stiff and are protruding through the dampness of the rain-soaked tee shirt I am wearing. This has all taken place in a matter of seconds, simply by your first touch, and before you allow me time enough to think you continue your distracting erotic monolog, knowing it will take my mind off what your fingers are doing on my thigh. What about girlfriends, Kara? You whisper, knowing that your intended shocking question will momentarily distract me from the fact that you have now moved your hand slightly higher and are now softly caressing the bare, untouched skin of my inner thigh just above the hem of my floral skirt.
Do you have a girlfriend? You ask me in a soft, sexy whispering voice just slightly louder than the sound of the raindrops, as the painted nail on the tip of your thumb slips effortlessly higher on my inner thigh and finds its way just under the bottom of my skirt, always in motion, tracing electric circles over the still damp skin. I feel the blood rushing to my face in a blush again; I am unable to answer you, not out of embarrassment of your question but rather simply because now my entire world is focused on the feelings your soft, nimble fingers on my inner thigh are causing throughout my entire body. I am aware that my nipples have grown painfully hard and are threatening to burn through the material of my shirt, I feel the tightness in my tummy that is so personally familiar with my own sexual arousal and as your thumb caresses ever higher on the bare white skin of my inner thigh I also become aware that there is now a different feeling of dampness in the cotton crotch of my underwear, no longer cool from the rain and outside air but now dampened with my own warm moisture. No girlfriends? You ask in an even thicker, throatier and ultra-sexy whisper and I can do nothing more than let a small moan escape me as your thumb makes its first gentle connection with my now swollen lips encased in the damp cotton of my underwear. You lean towards me from your seat and as you do your fingers join your thumb at my crotch, tracing my slit from bottom to top and then applying pressure on my now throbbing clitoris. Your face is next to mine now, our cheeks touching, and I feel the heat of your skin against mine and your hot breath on my ear as my thighs willingly part for you without hesitation.
I feel the tip of your tongue, wet and hot as you playfully lick at my lobe before sucking it seductively into your warm mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut and moan again, louder this time. I’ll bet you want a girlfriend, you whisper hotly into my now wet ear sending a charge straight to my pussy and I swallow hard as I quickly nod in agreement. You witness my response and this fuels your fire, applying even more pressure into my crotch with fingers that are now pushing the cotton of my underwear deeper into me as the nail on your thumb flicks quickly back and forth across my burning clit. You begin kissing a trail from my ear down my jaw line, leaving warm wet traces of your saliva on my skin as you inch closer towards my lips, speaking in that same seductive whisper between each kiss as you do. Bet you’ve been dying to have another woman kiss you, you pant your hot breath on my saliva-dampened skin just below my ear and then you kiss the same spot. Bet it makes you wet to think about it, you whisper again as you kiss high on my jaw. My periodic moans have become a chorus now with each word, each touch of your warm lips on my skin; my attention is completely on the kissing and I don’t even realize your fingers have manipulated the leg band of my panties and slipped your hand under them to touch my bare pussy until I feel your finger slip between my folds and begin a rhythm of in and out into my now completely drenched pussy.
I am beyond words now, beyond conscious thought; pure animal adrenaline consumes me as my body screams out for your touch and my back arches in the seat to allow your finger to slip deeper into my pussy. I am moaning an almost desperate cry as you inch me closer to the ultimate goal, and low, guttural sounds escape from my throat as your finger buries itself deeper into my pulsing womanhood. I feel my muscles contort and squeeze around its intruder, sucking it deeper inside and milking it as if it was a thin cock. You feel it as well and your breathing becomes more erratic, your kisses quicker along my jaw towards the parted lips of my waiting mouth; one final question you pose for me between the last kiss on the corner of my mouth and when you finally press your hot lips against mine. Can I be your girlfriend, Kara? You ask in your husky whisper before hungrily pressing your hot lips into mine, immediately finding my waiting tongue with your own and swirling yours around it before sucking my tongue expertly into your mouth. I cry out into your mouth as the first wave of my orgasm begins to rock my body, quickly squeezing my thighs closed on your hand and the fingers now deep inside of me.
You ride my waves with me, no longer fucking me with your fingers but now just allowing them to stay motionless as my pussy grips and squeezes around them, coating them with my cum. You have broken the air tight seal of our kiss to allow my short, quick breaths to escape but still continue to lick at my tongue and at the corners of my mouth. Wave after wave rolls through me and my entire body shudders countless times before becoming completely limp and sagging into the contours of the bucket seat, and when I eventually feel your fingers slip out of me and then out of the cotton prison beyond I suddenly feel a complete emptiness within me. I open my eyes to see your smile; that warm, safe comforting smile that seduced me to begin with. Our eyes meet and lock and there is a long silent moment that words would only lessen; your eyes that tell me that you completely understand everything that I am feeling and your continued beaming smile assures me that we have just shared a beautiful experience. I let out a soft sigh and you help me to sit back up straight again in my seat. We both notice together that the rain has now tapered off and as you turn the key in the ignition and start your car you turn to look at me again, always smiling, and whisper one last question. Kara? You whisper softly, may I take you to my hotel room and make you my girlfriend?