Tilted Kilt Chapter 5

We wound our way through the crowd to a side door. The cool ocean air hit our hot skin as we exited. As the door slammed behind us, Kristen pushed me up against the warehouse wall and pressed her body to mine. Her lips crushed my lips as I feel her tongue on mine. Her body covered my body and I was on fire for her touch. And then she pulls away from me, taking me by the hand. A chirp from the lot and we are standing beside a one hundred thousand dollar Mercedes two-seater. Kristen holds the door as I slide in the passenger seat. My dress nearly slides up to my waist as I get in the low-slung seat. In fifteen minutes, we are pulling into the driveway of a small house overlooking the dark Pacific Ocean. She barely said a word the entire drive. I was hanging on for dear life as the needle pushed past 100 on the interstate.

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We were barely inside with the front door closed behind us and Kristen was sliding out of her dress. Only a couple low lights provide illumination in the house, but I can see the hunger in her eyes. I take in her body, covered only by a sheer, white thong. Her breasts are smallish, but topped by exquisitely large hard nipples. I reach for her hands and drop my mouth to her left nipple. I suck hard on her tit as my tongue moves quickly around her nipple. I can feel the reaction it creates on her body as my mouth controls her tit. I switch to her right tit with my teeth lightly biting the flesh of her nipple. This is not about gentle lovemaking, this is animalistic lust for both of us as I explore her body.

Kristen's right hand in caressing my ass cheek as I suckle and bite her nipple. Her hand is under my short dress and squeezing my bare ass, the thong I'm wearing is buried deeply in my crack by now. I'm lost in pleasuring her tits when her hand finally moves around and feels my tucked cock for the first time. I sense her upper body pull away from me as she realizes what she's holding. I release her tit and look into her eyes. There's no confusion like there is on some when they make the connection for the first time. There's a touch of anger and a touch of wonderment. By now, I've become pretty good at predicting when or if I need to tell my date.