She ducks her head down in case someone who knows her sees her as they pull out of the garage. Her head is on his lap and she can see his zipper, stretching over a growing bulge in his pants. Her hand, seemingly with a mind of its own reaches towards the zipper. She can feel the heat emanating through his jeans as her conscience catches her. "What am I doing? If I touch him, there's no going back." Her mind flashes back to the insensitive comments from the night before and thinks "fuck him." The zipper protests noisily as she slowly pulls it down. Next, she releases the button and can hear his breathing change. Her fingers delicately slip beneath the waist band of his boxers and trace through his sparce pubic hair. Her fingers continue lower, seeking the thickness of his cock. With her thumb and index finger, she grasps around the base and tugs, attempting to release it but he stops her.
"No, Boots, not now." She lies there, in stunned silence as they continue driving; her mind racing.
Fifteen minutes later she finds that he is pulling to a stop. "It's okay, you can get up now" he says. As she rises, she sees that he's pulled into a house.
"Is this your house?" she asks. He just smiles and nods as he gets out and moves around the vehicle to open her door. Once inside the tension is palpable. He turns to face her as they take off their coats. She is acutely aware that they've never actually kissed, only talked. The talking was deep and dirty, but kissing was always too intimate for her. Kissing would make their affair real. Now she watches his lips while he moves closer to her.
He watches her in the foyer; she's cute when she's nervous. Her beautiful, deep brown eyes scan the room but keep coming back to his. She pushes her sleek, dark hair behind one ear and her tongue flicks across her full lips. With her coat off, he steps back to take in her beauty. Her shiny black pants cling tightly to her well sculpted body, tucked in at the knees into her thigh-high leather boots (hence the nickname). Her ass has always been amazing, and while he loves it, it has always been the tilt of her pelvis that took his breath away...but now, observing her in his house - he realizes that it's not one thing about her, but everything about her that is sexy. Her legs, her ass, her breasts and her gorgeous face, framed with perfect hair. Their emotional connection had always been strong, but at this moment, he realizes that she's his perfect woman.
His eyes roaming over her body excites her and makes her nervous. Why hasn't he made a move? She can feel blood flowing to her neglected places and is quietly thankful that she chose her tiny pink thong this morning...a thong that is becoming damp with anticipation. "Well," she says, "are you going to give me a tour?"
"Maybe later" he replies as he steps towards her, placing his hands on her waist "but first, I'm going to explore every inch of you, the way I've always wanted to".
With that, he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom and places her at the end of the bed. His eyes are burning with desire, desire for her and only her. It has been so long since someone had looked at her in that way. He begins by kissing her neck, just behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps down her neck. His lips follow the curve of her neck to her collar bone. He pulls her sweater over her head, continuing to kiss and nibble her skin as he reaches her bra strap.
Her skin is warm and smells faintly of soap and perfume. His hands trace across her arms, down her sides, up her back, making her head swirl in sensory overload. She barely notices his fingers on the clasp as her bra falls down her arms and to the floor, releasing her ample breasts. His hands continue their delicate journey over her sensitive skin, across her belly and over her breasts, barely touching her hardening nipples as they tease and pleasure her senses. Gently but firmly, he stands her up to remove her pants and boots. She's confused for a moment when he makes her put the boots back on, but now standing in front of him wearing only black leather boots and a pink thong it makes her feel so erotic.
"Boots, you are amazing" he breathes. As she stands, he continues to kiss her skin, down her arms, across her navel, up to her shoulder and back down to her right nipple - making her gasp. It longs to be sucked into his hot mouth, but he has other plans. His kissing moves lower. Soon he is kissing the waistband of her underwear. Breathing in the scent of her arousal, it makes him want to devour her. He kisses down the front of her panties and she can feel the electricity of his tongue through the sheer fabric, flicking across her sensitive bud. Then his kisses and licking stops.
He stands and stares deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. "Boots, I've wanted to kiss you ever since the day I met you" She alternates between watching his eyes and his lips as his face moves closer and closer. "I don't want to do something you're uncomfortable with" he breathes, only inches from her lips - his eyes penetrate her soul. "I've never felt this connection with anyone" his lips are closer now and she can feel his breathe on hers. She knows she should control herself, but finds her face moving towards his, wanting to feel his lips on hers.
"Fuck it" she whispers again and uses both hands to grab his head and pull his lips to hers. Gently at first, they tentatively taste one another. He sighs in triumph, a sigh that turns into a muffled moan. Tongues touch and then twirl and swirl around each other as craving grows. Her body is on fire with need. They press together in a passionate embrace, and she can feel his manhood pressed against her groin. In a rush, her fingers release his pants and pull his shirt over his head. He pushes his boxers to the floor, grasps her left leg and wraps it around his waist - pressing his thick and swelling cock against the gusset of her panties. With one hand he pushes the fabric aside and presses the large, purple head against her dripping wet folds.
