Jack's Adventures 01: Selena 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 01: Selena 01

... outside in my car. Selena emerged from the front door, hugged a coworker, and headed my way. She was still wearing her tight jeans and her store polo. She got in the passenger side.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I said.

We shared a long look, revealing more mutual interest than we had so far, maybe not an eye-fuck but eye-foreplay. Then we both smiled. She took her hair out of its bun, and it fell in curly waves around her face.

"Where to?" she asked.

We went to a nearby dive bar, in Marina del Rey a few blocks from the water. It was a weekday night and it was quiet, a few old-timers on stools, the clack of pool cues. We stood at the bar and ordered drinks, me a Jameson rocks, her a gin and tonic. There was lots of space to stand but Selena was still pushed up against me, her hip against the back of my thigh. Drinks in hand, we moved to a booth in the back, in the dark where we could hardly be seen.

We talked about living in LA, our dreams for the future, what it was like to work in customer service. She was a firecracker, genuinely excited by life, undaunted by the misfortune it could hand out. The whole time we talked we inched closer together in the dark, until her right leg was brushing my left leg, her hand resting lightly near the top of my thigh. While she told a story about a particularly snotty customer I took my left hand and placed it just inside her right knee, then started drawing slow circles against it with the back of my fingers. She stopped ...

... talking and cocked her head at me, her eyes searching mine.

"Keep talking," I said.

She tried, but I slowly moved my hand higher up the inside of her thigh, my fingers continuing to stroke the denim of her jeans. She pursed her lips and exhaled very slowly, then slowly dropped her head to my shoulder, her mouth opening like she wanted to bite into it.

"I can't keep talking," she breathed.

My hand was now at the crease between the top of her thigh and her pussy. I leaned over and put my lips on the edge of her ear.

"I think we should go," I whispered.

She moaned and sat up straight. She downed the rest of her gin and tonic.

"My place," she said.

Back in my car, she put her address into my phone and I started driving. I immediately put a hand back on her upper leg and, sensing no objection, started to move it toward her crotch. I reached the top button of her jeans and undid it. I felt her look over at me, but I kept my eyes on the road and my fingers right where they were. She then pushed herself down into her seat, decreasing the pressure of her waistband on my fingers, and I explored further.

I went under her panties, felt a soft curly bush. I moved my fingers lower, found the top of her pussy, and then located her clit. She was already wet, and I started to move my finger over her clit in slow circles. She moaned softly and put her mouth on her seatbelt and bit it lightly. I used my other fingers to push aside her labia, trying to get one into her ...