I knew what I'd be doing to Jayne from the moment she sat in the car and her short black skirt rode a long way up her legs. The soft, warm flesh of her thighs was almost instantly being caressed as I drove off, edging her skirt more and more up her thighs, revealing more and more flesh as we headed home. Thanks to the careful attention that I'd given to exposing more of her thighs, without any objection from Jayne, I could see her black, lacy knickers as we pulled onto her drive. My hand would surely have been inside her knickers had the drive home been any further but that seemed unimportant as I opened the door to her house and ushered her into the porch. She pulled her skirt back down, covering her thighs as she staggered into the house; what a waste of energy that was for her, I thought!
I followed her upstairs, deliberately hanging back in order to see right up her skirt and catch a glimpse of her lovely arse that would be fully exposed to me in the next few minutes.
We'd not had much of a conversation on the way home as Jayne was rather drunk, and all I could think of was her pussy. Getting her home, stripping her and helping myself to her pussy.
As we entered her bedroom, I turned her towards me and kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded very well considering how drunk she was. I could taste the Tia Maria on her tongue as we french kissed and I could smell it on her breath as she gasped when my hand went up her skirt, grasping for her already wet pussy.