Sara's Car Trip Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Sara's Car Trip Ch.1

... straight line. And she said, "I did." "Why?" I looked back at her, deep into her eyes. We were in this silent pause of connection. She sighed, "It's why we can just hold hands." She started playing with her food, throwing her French fries at the plate. "How about my looking? You knew I wasn't asleep. I was looking at you, you know. You thought it was funny -- yesterday." She laughed again, put her hair to the table briefly. "When did you become such a little perv. Because I don't ever," and she turned toward me at the table, met my eyes again and immediately stopped. We were connected, her and I, just then. "Yeah, your hand on my tummy was nice. That's why I kissed you . . . just on the cheek. Nothing more." I lifted in my seat and reaching out took her hand. "It's one of. . . one of my favorite spots to be touched. Makes me feel secure. Safe, I don't' know. It's . . . we had a hard day. It was," she paused, "Perfect, alone together in the dark. I've been feeling pretty isolated lately and being held that way is so . . .safe." "Is that all?" I interrupted. "What?" "Holding hands. Playing with our fingers, laying my hand on your tummy. . ." "We can't be doing this. You shouldn't even know what I like (she whispered)." "But it's harmless. You said so yourself. Harmless Sara." "Its just that . . .it led to more. Way more, more than we should be doing. You and I." "Is that what we were last night? I mean, it seemed like something else." She just looked at me. "I don't know what ...

... you meean." "I didn't feel like anybody. In fact I had no thoughts. It was dark, warm. We were holding one another, it was light years away. No sound, only touch and smell and . . .no thoughts. It just was." And she said matter of fact, "It's been two years. We talked about that. For both of us and you know that. I feel things too, you know, when you're doing that stuff. That harmless stuff. Things we shouldn't." "But what did you FEEL?" I was curious. "I'm not answering." "I felt your hip press up into my hand when I . . ." "Stop it." I could see her heart beating harder, causing her blouse to quiver. She was trembling. "When did you FEEL it Sara? When we were holding hands. When I was rubbing your arm?" "This is not a conversation." "When my hand was on your breast? Your . . ." I mouthed the word pussy. She looked away. "Sara?" I was trying to get eye contact again. "Well answer me this. Sara, tell me, where is your favorite spot to be touched?" "Well, your not touching me there again!" She was glowing now. "No. No. No. That's not what I meant. Safe I mean. Your tummy like you said before? You said 'One' of." She shook her head no. "Tell me. I like this too. It is nice. Like you said it's been two years for me too. The last two nights will never happen again. But Sara, I liked holding your hand," and I squeezed her fingers, felt her respond. "It was all innocent." She softly rubbed her thumb along the back of my hand, a little smile emerging as her eyes looked at our hands. ...