0.07 - the dick

Giuseppe sat in his front seat, holding back laughter, he was going to find out why Samuels girlfriend dumped him. Turning to face her, his eyes fell to her body and he bit the inside of his cheek. Practically all over her legs were exposed except for the slither of black material. He hadn't had sex with someone who wore stockings before - and he wish all women wore then, it made him want to run his hand up her thigh more than ever.

Anytime the wind from the wound down windows blew, he saw more of her breasts. The skin revealed was enough to make his pants tighter. She eyed the bustling outside before biting her bottom lip and shifting in the seat.

"Uh - I broke up with him because." She gulped, shy. "Because I didn't like him anymore, and he was turning into a bully." She looked into her lap, pulling her skirt further down to cover her legs. It was cold out, and she shivered, her nipples begining to become prominent from beneath her shirt.

"If I were him, I wouldn't let a girl with legs like that get away." He bit his lips, knowing she saw were his eyes were trained. She shifted nervously, cheeks pink. "But you said you and he had sex." She flinched, nodding, face burning with guilt of think that he gave her terrible sex. "What's that look for?" He chuckled, staring at her face as she looked at him. "No." He gasped in shock. "No - that terrible?" She bit her tongue, she shouldn't tell him. "Andrian?"

"He was fucking terrible." She shook her head laughing, pressing her palms to her flaming cheeks as it set Giuseppe into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"That is gold babe." He rubbed at his eyes, crying in laughter. "How many times? Did he get better - he didn't get better?" She didn't move her hands from his face.

"Three times and he didn't get better." She whispered, sending Giuseppe into a larger fit of laughter. "Stop laughing- it happens of plenty of people."

"Except Sammy-poo has had more sex than you and he will never get better. I feel so bad for you." He had been trying to keep his hands to himself, but he slipt up, patting her thigh he didn't remove his hand as he rubbed it with his thumb reassuringly. He heard her breath hitch dramatically, her eyes trained on his hand. But he didn't move it, because she didn't tell him to. "So you've had terrible sex three times?"

"I-I don't know if it's t-terrible. It-It could be good but I wouldn't know." She stumbled and rushed her answer as he moved his fingers accidentally.

"Did you orgasim?" He asked huskily, leaning in closer so his breath was again fanning her neck. She writhed in her seat.

"No." She finally squeaked.

"Well - behalf on all the men in the world, I should make it up to you. One round for you and me. And three more rounds to make up." His hand slid all the way up her thigh, brushing past and underneath her skirt. She whimpered, biting her tongue, eyes wide. "He never made you make those sounds?" She shook her head, sinking back into her sleep. "They're not unnatural, you need to make them so I know what I'm doing right." He pressed his mouth to her neck, swiping his tongue out to drag it along her neck. Her chin raised into the air as he propped his knee on his seat to hover over her. He lifted her skirt further up trying to slip his hands past her stocking when she grabbed him by his wrists.

"I'm not going to do it in your car." She scoffed, watching his jaw tighten, his eyes dark with lust.

"Where do you want to go? I know a place out back - " she cut him off, shoving him back playfully.

"I'm not going in an alley way either." She gasped in shock, shaking her head in disbelief. An idea struck her mind, one that has never arisen but has finally happened. "My Mums not home until next week." His eyes came alight.

"Why didn't you say so." He grinned, throwing himself onto her again, giving her a long, desperate kiss. "Where do you live gorgeous?" She rolled her eyes, but told him her adress anyway.

"I'll just text my friends I'm going home with someone."