Playtime

We had made a special purchase at the adult store and couldn't wait to get back to my apartment and try it out. Just looking around the store was enough to get us both all worked up.

As I drove us home, Becky leaned across the center console and began kissing my neck softly with long, lingering kisses. Her lips sucked gently at the sensitive skin, raising goosebumps all over my body. Her hands massaged my scalp lightly, her fingers entwined in my hair against my skin. I bit my lip, struggling to keep my focus on the road as she toyed with me.

Her lips stayed on my neck as her other hand ran slowly down my body outside my shirt until she reached the hem. I felt her fingertips creeping underneath, sliding up my belly. She reached my bra and squeezed my breast gently before slowly lifting it out of the bra cup and letting it fall free. I shivered as she ran her palm over my nipple, so slow, as it hardened under her touch. She giggled against my neck as I sucked in a breath through my teeth.

"You're lucky it's nighttime," I warned her.

"Then it's okay if I do this..." Becky's lips moved further down my neck and then she lifted my shirt up, exposing one breast before she lifted the other over the cup as well.

"Bex!" I laughed at her brazenness and she continued her descent until her mouth reached my breasts. I felt her tongue on my nipples then, circling them in turn, holding them up in her palms. Then one of her hands went down my belly and further down, closing with a squeeze over the mound beneath my jeans. I sucked in another breath, spreading my thighs as her fingertips circled lightly over the spot above my clit.

"Hurry, lass," she purred, her lips breaking free from my nipple. "I need ya."

She pulled my bra back over my breasts and lowered my shirt as her lips returned to my neck. Her fingers danced up to the hem of my jeans before working their way inside and down.

"I'm trying not to get us killed," I gritted as her fingers reached further down. I leaned back more on my hips to give her better access and her fingers trailed lightly up and down over my lower lips.

"I need to taste ya," Becky whispered in my ear, her voice full of urgency. As soon as the words had left her lips, her finger parted my lips and slid easily between, working slowly up and down.

"Oh, lass," she lilted, "you're already so wet...."

She moaned into my ear as her fingers teased me. With a swift motion she pulled her hand from my jeans and lifted her finger to her lips. She slid the glistening fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. I turned to look at her, breathing heavily, her sudden withdrawal jarring.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me with a coy expression, settling back into her seat. "No more until we get home."

And with that, I raced the rest of the way home.

We stumbled into my apartment, unable to keep our hands off each other, and went directly to the bedroom. No time was wasted as we pulled each other's clothes off and fell into bed.

We kissed each other intensely, our tongues delving between each other's lips, our bodies pressing together hungrily. Becky lay on top of me, her hands roaming my body. She forced my legs apart with her own and quickly lowered herself between my thighs.

Her lips and tongue went to work on my dripping pussy, and she moaned against me. She had gotten me so turned on on the way home that I was near orgasm from the lightest of her touches.

My clit was her primary target this time, her tongue slithering back and forth across it, then circling, then sucking. Her tongue would dip lower to get a quick taste of the fresh wetness leaking from my pussy, but left me hungry to be filled.