I’m going to try a writing experiment using the keywords on Salty Vixen Stories & More Search. I’ll take the most popular keyword/phrase and write a quickie about it.
The first phrase in today’s list: “I slid my hand under her skirt”
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As I opened the car door for her, she surprised me with a kiss. It wasn’t just any sweet kiss. She spun me around, pushed me against the car, and pressed her soft lips against mine. She caught me by surprise, but I wasn’t complaining. Despite the bold move, she seemed nervous. Her hands fluttered up and down my arms until I grabbed them. I put her hands on my waist and wrapped her in my arms. She melted into my embrace and parted her lips.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, pressed lightly with my teeth. I tasted her with my tongue as she moaned into my mouth. She tilted her hips forward until she ground against my hard on. I opened one eye to see if we had any company. So far the parking lot was empty, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
I stepped into the passenger seat and pulled her with me. As she straddled my waist, I closed the car door. Even when I pushed the seat back, it was a tight fit but I had enough room to maneuver. Kissing her once more, I tugged her straps down her shoulders. I sucked her caramel-colored nipple into my mouth. First one then the other, rolling them gently with my tongue. She moaned and ground against me harder.
I slid my hand under her skirt. My eyes went wide. “You minx. You’re not wearing any panties.”
She grinned in response.
I lifted her hips to get access to my zipper. I didn’t even take time to take my pants off. I pulled myself out of my boxers and slid inside her. She was as tight and wet as I anticipated. It took me a lot of willpower to keep from coming right there. I grabbed her by the hips and bounced her on my cock. She moaned quietly like she was afraid of making too much noise. Or maybe she was always this quiet. I couldn’t wait to see if she could be more vocal.
She shuddered once as she came. Almost demure. I groaned as I came inside her. I helped her slide off me, and I opened the car door. As I took the passenger seat, she hesitated before sitting down.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I think I’m going to get your seat all wet.”
I laughed. “It’s okay, honey. Just sit and be comfortable.” After that after-dinner treat, a wet seat was the last thing I was worried about.
