I took Jack by surprise when I rapped my arms around him and kissed him. I trailed my fingers down his back over his coat. Then I slowed down, he was so quiet I was afraid that I did the wrong thing. For a moment I quit kissing him and leaned back. In the pale green light I could still see him. I leaned up to kiss him again, I couldn't fight the pull of his warm strong mouth. My left hand slid up his chest to his shoulder and clutched his hair. It felt as if silk was around my fingers while his tongue flickered with shear power and softness against mine, I was so turned on that I thought for sure I'd go mad.
His eyes turned warmer, his body loosened, and his kisses started to match my own. I was pushing against him, my thigh brushing against his knee and rubbing against his leg. It had been so long since I had done something with someone new, I felt so nervous inside. My hands found his small, cute ass and pulled him closer to me.
Then we both were holding still, looking at each other. My eyes lifted to meet his and I hoped he wasn't going to judge. Awkwardness seamed to fill the space between us. I knew if I held still it was going to be way too uncomfortable. My hands reached inside of his jacket, trying not to shake, trailing my fingers down his chest, and then gently rubbed his nipple with my thumb through his shirt. Shudders rippled through him and he raised his hips forward. My fingers roamed over him, feeling his nipples and caressing the powerful muscles of his chest. Easily I slipped my hands under his shirt, hairs tickling my arm. This was the first densely covered hairy chest I had ever felt. His body began to relax and his hands found my chest. Gently he held me and tenderly squeezed my nipples. Our mouths came together, gently caressing each other's tongues and running our fingers through each others silky hair. He was a better kisser than I had ever dreamed.
His body pulled me closer and I leaned against the door, ceasing all thought. On the narrowness of the soft bench we lay close together. I led the way by stroking his hip, nervously rubbing the curvy boneyness of his pelvic bone. We were so close to each other, his eyes almost looking into my mind.
Jack's hand rested on my bare stomach. At first my body twitched against his hand, but his touch was light and I tried not to move. His fingers roamed the plains of my abdomen. The slight roughness of his fingers reminded me of his job, I'd watched him work so many times. He was good, very good, and rarely didn't know how to fix a machine. The same intelligence and strength seemed to be showing now. His fingers moved slowly to meet my smooth silk bra. Points came out through the material, creating miniature mountains of hard wrinkled flesh on top of the two very large globes. His touch was so gentle my body felt like it was burning and my pussy was already drenched.
His eyes widened and, as my legs started moving in pleasure, his body became hard against me including his dick. With a curious eye, I slowly moved my hand down to his hip, trailed my fingers over his pelvic bone, and slid my hand against his thigh. He smiled and did the same in return.
A shiver of pleasure caused a moan to come from the back of my throat, causing my back to arch forward, pushing my chest against his, and moving my hand up to the warm hardness between Jack's legs. The crystal blue globes of his eyes disappeared for a few seconds and he smiled at me.
Strong fingers reached around my back, molding my sides like clay beneath his hands, and unhooked my bra. His mouth descended upon mine and our tongues seamed to dance against each other. His mouth seemed to control mine, leading the way and caressing my bottom lip.
Four pops sounded, signaling the release of the top half of my body as my bra was pushed off. For a moment his eyes looked into mine and then descended down to my chest. I smiled, this was my most joyful asset, but I didn't expect him to just stare. In the green hazy light coming from the radio's clock in the dashboard I saw his hands slowly cup the undersides of my breasts and lift them to attention. Jack seemed to be astounded at the size of my tits. "Do you like?" I asked.
An odd grin came over his face. "Yes!" he half choked - half laughed, "Yes, I do!"
His tongue descended upon my chest, flicking the tip of my nipple with his tongue with such powerful strokes that it sent currents of electricity through my body. No man had ever had this effect on my body before. I leaned back against the door again, my head tilting back where my forehead was touching the glass and I could see the stars and my car at the same time.
Reality struck for a moment and I felt some guilt, but it quickly rushed away again as I remembered my best friend saying that I needed to start making myself happy. The adrenaline that was pumping through me collided and mixed with the alcohol I had been drinking earlier. I more than knew what I was doing, though, Jack was a sexy guy and I took the opportunity that had been given. By pleasuring him I would be making myself happy and hopefully him too, that was it and nothing more.
My hand trailed across his chest again, letting my fingers run between the hairs on his chest. The muscles in my pelvis tightened as my fingers fell onto the crotch of his jeans. He was hard, huge, and I was instantly transfixed on it. However much I may have wanted to go slowly, I couldn't. My fingers found the buttons of his pants and pulled on the restrictive fabric. After a slight struggle, the button was freed and his zipper undone. Small, cute, underwear was found and he sat up to push them down. My mouth found his neck and massaged the tendons there with my tongue. He smelled so good, an arousing mixture of cigarettes, woodsmoke, and cologne that seemed to be making me so horny I was almost dizzy.
