One Last Drag - Sex Stories

One Last Drag

... trunk of my car.

"Put it on. I want to see. I will tell you then what I think."

Was she daring me? Thanks to Michelle I was already out and had nothing left to lose. I went to the back, opened the trunk and dug around in my special bag.

She came to the back, took another drag and crossed her arms. "Continue."

I found my kilt-style miniskirt and pulled down my shorts, exposing the colorful bikini bottoms Michelle had given me.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Okay..." She bit her lip, nodded and exhaled.

I stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and buckled the leather side fastenings. I took a few steps and turned around for her.

She nodded. "Okay, yes. I like this for you." She took one last drag, flicked away the second cigarette and took my hands in hers. She held me and led like we were dancing, swaying in the moonlight with our heads on each other's shoulders. She leaned back and looked at me with deep blue eyes.

"Nothing is more attractive than confidence." Her lips touched mine and we kissed. "And now for that ride... we can get in your back seat?"

"Absolutely! But no smoking in the car, okay?"