As the late afternoon air flowed through her car, Joanna and I were on our way to get something to eat. I was wearing some black khaki pants and a simple black long-sleeved shirt and she wore this little blue dress that clung to her gently.
"So where do you wanna go to eat, sweetie?" Joanna asked me, her eyes not leaving the road.
"Anywhere's okay with me, baby." I shrugged.
"Well I know this nice Italian place nearby. Wanna go there?"
"Sure." I said, my hand landing on hers and interlocking our fingers. "I haven't had Italian in a long time."
I looked at Joanna's lovely body, covered her dress. Lots of curves and planes and sweet spots to kiss. I started feeling that familiar stiffening whenever I saw her like this. I looked at her legs move and flex as they moved to push at the pedals. I wanted to caress them from ankle to thigh... and maybe even higher.
I pulled my hand away from hers and put it on her leg gently.
"What are you doing, Andre?" Joanna asked glancing at my hand on her leg, as it slowly traveled up to her inner thigh then back down to her knee.
"Nothing..." I said innocently as my fingertips traced circles on her inner thigh. "Just admiring my girl."
"Well stop it." She giggled. "It's distracting."
"Is it a good kind of distracting or a bad kind?"
"Good 'cause it turns me on bad, and 'cause you could make us crash."
"Ok then I'll stop." I pulled my hand away and put it back on my lap.
