"My high beams are for you..." Grey wool sweater was a large from the boys department, stretched tight, scratchy on bare skin, a hint of my mid-drift. My black skirt was a wrap, two buttons spaced widely at my hips, silk border cut a diagonal from my left hip to below my right knee. Occasionally a small portion of skin was exposed on the side of my knee, very conservative.
"Don't you dare look me in the the eyes.." Always the gentleman, our history goes back years, he was a groomsman at my wedding, my best friend Susie arranged that situation. He hated my fucking jerk ex-husband, all he cared about was cars in those days, if only...
"Tunnel of love has been waiting for you..." Took his hand out of his pocket, let me see the bulge I have been staring at all night. All day my co-conspirators have been pushing us together, especially Susie my best friend.
"Still the quiet man.." Susie and I both sought out the mystery man, designated driver, wing man extraordinaire at our college graduation party. Masterful job of steering Susie towards Jace. Incredibly handsome, rich and charming. Jace's fraternity brother was also cover material for GQ magazine, both of us on the road of maternal bliss.
"Susie still has a thing for you.." Flicker in his blue eyes, Jace has told him the stories. Susie is a masochist, loves to taunt Jace with her obsession with his best friend. Fuels Jace's dominance and sadistic rage fucks, they are a pair made in heaven. Tension is rising, stroking himself over his slacks.
"Eight years.." Susie and I have used every trick in the book to seduce him. New years eve not long ago Susie on her knees crying, begging for a double penetration, Jace was basking in her humiliation. Ray cruelly invoking the Bro-code walking away. He sees my hand under the grey sweater, takes one step forward to maintain his balance, fire in his eyes...
"Saw the crash on TV.." Ended his successful car racing career, one too many concussions. Clenched fists and he is shaking, passion of his life a pile of wreckage. Need his passion, need his love. Cruelly I have pierced his armor.
"Make love to me.." I made the two steps separating the gulf between us, close enough that my musky cunt and his sweat combine in a heady aroma. Deep blue eyes searching my soul, can he hear my heart flutter? Longest five minutes of my life...
Tentative lips are so tender, tip of his tongue traces my luscious lips, I can't breathe..Probing, electric as our souls tangle. Strong arms support me, my world is spinning. Please God Yes! Hand slipping up my back, under my sweater, pressing my breasts against his heaving chest. Hand on my ass compressing his throbbing cock, my heat dribbling thru our clothes.
