Chapter 3 #2
The magnetic pull between us is strong and steady.
Her fingers run up the back of my neck, making me shiver with desire.
Our heat swirls higher as her lips part, the kiss deepening, our wandering hands becoming more bold.
She untucks my shirt at the sides, gliding her hand underneath, then against my lower back.
When I copy her movements, I can't believe how silky her skin is.
Gently gripping the back of her hair, I tilt her chin up to kiss slowly down her throat until she's flushed and shivering.
She moans softly as I return to her lips, her fingers twitching against my neck.
Her breasts press against me firmly while I choke back a groan, my cock so hard it aches.
I imagine lifting her, having her straddle me, her skirt fanned around us. It would be so beautiful to take her right now. Yet she's known me for barely a day and a half. For now, this is more than enough, getting lost in her plush lips, her tentative touches.
Bridget shivers again. I realize the wind has picked up, and she's clutching me for warmth as much as from desire.
"You're cold. I'm so sorry." Jumping to my feet, I take her hand to help her up.
Shaking the blanket out, I wrap the clean side around her shoulders.
By the time we make it back to the shop, we've paused to make out three times, and it's still not nearly enough.
"This is the worst possible time for neither of us to be living alone," I chuckle, locking the back door of the shop.
"I'm sorry I can't take you back to my house. Mom would freak out."
"I totally understand."
Even under the fluorescent work lights, Bridget is radiant.
Scooping her up in my arms, I lift her up onto the nearest clean workbench.
"You're breathtaking," I say softly. "Honestly, I've never seen a woman so beautiful, so soft and sexy.
You're the dream girl I didn't even know I was looking for. "
Her eyes snap shut. "I don't know what to say to that."
"I like having you taller than me," I murmur, tilting my chin up. I grin until she kisses me. At this angle it's even hotter, as her arms wrap around my shoulders.
My hand skims up her waist, pausing at the bottom of her breast. "Is it less romantic to touch you when there's no moonlight?"
"I think in these crazy modern times, we're just going to have to make do."
We lock eyes and smile as she gives me a slow nod.
My hands slide up to cup her breasts and my lips drift along the top curve of her cleavage.
Every curve, every inch, is so sensual. In less than a minute, her dress and bra are pulled down so that I can suck her perfect deep pink nipples.
From the way her head falls back, fingers clutching my skin, I wonder if it's her first time.
"You're so soft and perfect," I murmur, caressing, clutching, drowning in her sweetness.
Bridget holds me close, soft little gasps filling the air around us. Wandering my way back up to her lips, the heat in her kiss gains strength. Bridget's hips are squirming slightly as she spreads her legs, wrapping her thighs around my waist to pull me closer.
"Do you want more, beautiful?"
"Mmmhmm."
My rough hands drift past her knees, gently sweeping along her tender inner thigh. "Is this where you want me?" My thumbs glide up and down along the edge of her panties.
"Yeah," she sighs.
I caress gently, feeling her warmth, watching her twitch as I nudge her clit through the flimsy fabric.
I wait until Bridget is trembling and quivering before flipping up her skirt so that I can take a proper look.
My knees almost buckle. Her pale pink panties are almost see-through, a damp spot growing where they cling to her skin.
I had thought that her tits were spectacular, but her delicate pussy is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"Is this where you need my tongue?" My knuckle runs through her slit, still over the fabric, as the wet spot grows steadily.
"Yes." Her eyes are wild. "Please."
"Hold onto the edge of the table." We both seem surprised by the commanding tone in my voice. When I slip her panties off, she yelps from the chill of the steel table. "I'll warm you up, gorgeous."
After another long, lingering kiss, I bend down, latching one of her legs over my shoulder so that I have her pinned down securely.
"Safety first here in the workshop." I wait until she starts to laugh, then dip my head, gliding my tongue straight through her center.
Bridget gasps, gripping my shoulder with one hand and the table with the other, as her eyes fall closed.
Her sweetness is driving me absolutely wild, my shaft so hard that it's making my hips tighten.
"Oh!" As my tongue circles her clit, her fingers grip my hair frantically. "Oh," she whispers, relaxing into my rhythm.
"Mmm. I need you to come in my mouth."
Her eyelids fall half closed as she tries to watch me. "I can't believe this is happening," she breathes.
My finger glides around her entrance, barely dipping inside as I test her wetness. She's drenched, her juices sweet, and I lick all the way around her outer lips before concentrating back on her little button.
Bridget's body reacts in different ways as I experiment with different patterns. Circles make her gasp. But sharp upward licks make her thighs tense, her body quiver. "Dash… I…"
"I've got you, beautiful. Just let go."
Digging in, I increase my pace, watching as her eyes grow wide. The climax hits her in slow motion, rolling from her knees to her breasts, shaking her in waves as her open mouth gasps for air. "Yes," she cries. "Oh my… Yes."
When she stops shaking, I lick all around her sweet, perfect pussy, devouring her juices. Then I straighten up as we smile at each other. Damn, I need her. It's been so long. I realize with a start that I'm breathing almost as heavily as she is.
"Baby, are you on the pill or anything?"
"I—"
A car door slams right in front of the workshop.
In a flash I lift Bridget down off the workbench, straightening her skirt as she pulls her bra into place. I jam her panties into my pocket, slipping an arm around her as she's still slightly wobbly.
Ansel walks in, then stops short. "Sorry, kids. Just grabbing my other laptop." He hurries into the office, obviously realizing that he interrupted a moment. He practically jogs back out to his truck, muttering, "Good night again."
Bridget is blushing furiously, clinging to my side. "Relax. He probably just thinks he busted us making out," I assure her.
She looks around nervously. "Are there security cameras here?"
"They haven't been installed yet. Now, grab my shoulders and step into your undies."
I hold them out so that she can wiggle them on, then I pull her back into my arms. "I should get you home before I have any more inappropriate ideas."
"You think that was inappropriate?" she asks with a saucy smile.
"Maybe a little for a first date. I don't regret a thing, though."
Her eyes blaze. "I think I only regret that we were interrupted."
"Really…" Holding her against me, I rub against her so that she can feel exactly how hard I am. "Are you saying you want this?" She nods eagerly. "Then I guess I'm picking you up after work tomorrow. Let's go. Home time for you."
Her nose crinkles as she tries to glare up at me, but starts to laugh. "You're right. It's getting late."
As I drive her home, I learn some more interesting details about her life.
Apparently Bridget and her mom moved around quite a bit.
She wants to take another year of university, but is taking a little time off until she's positive she knows what courses she wants.
She loves Oakton, and the vibe of the people here.
The second I pull into her driveway, the curtain moves at the window. After I walk around to help her out of the truck, I try to take her hand, but she shyly pulls away. "Not in front of your mother. I get it. No problem."
"Just until I get her…you know, used to the idea."
I walk her to the front door, keeping a respectful distance. "Anything you want, Bridget. I'm in no hurry."
"Thank you. Talk to you soon."
"Thanks for the sandwiches," I say loud enough for her mom to hear, since she's probably eavesdropping from the other side of the cheap plywood door. As I turn, my fingers trail against hers for a split second, making her smile.
Driving home, I'm not sure whether that was a perfect first date for her. It certainly felt like it for me. Casual, intimate, and I was actually glad Ansel interrupted us before I could do something I shouldn't.
My reputation as a…"prolific dater" has definitely reached Bridget's ears. Yet I don't know whether she assumes that because I dated a lot, I was intimate with a lot of women. I definitely wasn't. There were a few, long ago, but maybe I subconsciously knew that I was waiting for the right one.
Well, I've found her. I'm falling so hard for Bridget that it's making me dizzy. I already feel like she's mine.