And again…

AND THIS AGAIN….

He drove up to her house. It was a warm spring evening. Summer was already in the air. He parked in the usual spot and began to wait. These minutes of waiting weighed on him. But A. knew how to wait. It seemed he had been waiting for this for a long time. And then the intercom buzzed, and G. fluttered out of the entrance. She also saw his car immediately and headed towards it. "Hello," he said and kissed her. Their lips were seared by the kiss. Long. Wet. Hot. A quiet sigh escaped her chest as soon as their lips parted. They started moving and drove into the city. The car rolled along the emptying streets, and only streetlights raced across the windshield. How nice it is to drive like this on a warm

spring evening. Suddenly she felt his hand rest on her knee. Through her stockings, she felt the warmth of his palm. The hand began to move upward. And now it was already under the hem of her dress. Pausing for a moment, A. continued moving higher. G.'s breath caught. She already felt his fingers touch the lace of her underwear. A patch of bare skin was cool, but the warmth of his hand radiated a pleasant heat. Without even realizing it, G. understood that she was beginning to get wet down there. Some cars passed by, occasional pedestrians strolled. And this gave her an even greater surge of adrenaline in her blood. And it turned her on. G. leaned back in the seat and spread her legs wider. Everything outside the car was unimportant. She understood his route. The asphalt gave way to a dirt road. They were heading towards the lake. Their lake. And let someone try to dispute that.