The Flirt – A Heather Story – Part 3

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I had a great time tonight. Really hope to see you again soon, CJ texted, as soon as I got home.No chance! I replied.Really??Yes. I don’t go out with guys who don’t share the story about their VERY personal car choice decision over dinner, then feel me up in the back of a limo! NEVER! Never?Well. Almost never, I texted, attaching a laughing emoji.Maybe something that monumental happens on the second date, he replied.I will hold you to that! Thank you for dinner, BTW. I don’t remember telling you before.Pleasure was mine. Do you work in the morning? CJ asked.No. LOLSo… Maybe breakfast?Do you hear me when I speak? Or do you just wait for my lips to stop moving before you talk? LOL. I go to HIGH SCHOOL in the morning!Sorry. I realized that as soon as I sent it. My mistake. I DO hear you. It’s just not so easy to reconcile your age with your maturity.My maturity? Pretty sure you had both hands on my “maturity”. LOL”Busted”, so to speak, CJ quipped.Well, you charmed my top off. Can’t believe I let you do that with your driver there. Thank GOD that’s all he saw!He should have driven us around longer. LOLWell, I will not let that happen again. It was fun and funny… kinda sexy. But I would be sick if he had seen any more.Tony does not have a mirror that faces the back seats. I’m not saying he couldn’t see us. But it would have been difficult for him. He’s a discreet professional and wouldn’t tread on our privacy anyway. But next time, I will put up the partition. OK?I’m sorry. I must sound awful. I felt weird kaçak iddaa with everyone seeing me leave in a limo from work today. Such a formal way to pick up a girl my age for a dinner date. It isn’t Tony. I’m just not used to that kind of attention. Our whole evening was like a fairy tale for me.Well, Princess, I think I’m the one who is bewitched in your fairy tale. You certainly cast a spell on me,” CJ replied.I don’t believe you. But thank you for saying it. lolWould you be comfortable having dinner at my house tomorrow? CJ asked.Like a family dinner?No. Not with my family. We rarely eat together. LOL. Just me.Sure! I quickly answered.OK. Get off at 7?I’m off tomorrow since I have to work all day Saturday.Oh! OK! If you want to come early, you could join me for a workout and swim. If you want.As long as Tony isn’t the lifeguard. LOLHahaha! Deal. Let me know when you’re on the way. But if the gate isn’t open, just use the code – 5443.I will. Thank you again for dinner tonight. I felt really special! Have a good night, Creighton, I sent, attaching a smile emoji.LOL. Pleasure was mine. Goodnight, Heather.I tossed my cell phone on the bed. Then I unbuttoned my blouse, quietly laughing to myself at how much faster CJ was at it. After dropping my blouse to the floor, I stepped in front of my mirror. I traced the line of my bra over my breasts, just as CJ had done. Recalling his touch gave me chill bumps on my arms.”Yep. If that limo driver hadn’t stopped when he did… you would have fucked him,” I said kaçak bahis to my reflection.I would have done it, too. What was I thinking? I wondered. I’m not planning on being a virgin forever, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to give it up in the back of a limo at sixteen years old! And to a much older guy. I unsnapped the back of my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. CJ thought I was at least twenty-one. If all he’s looking at are these, I can see why he got confused about my age, I mused. I watched the girl in my mirror grab and hold handfuls of my tits. They do look and feel perfect.My hands moved down my body, to the back of my skirt. I pulled the zipper and watched the short skirt slide down my legs. OKAY. Those are good legs, I thought. Maybe not twenty-something legs, but they are pretty fucking good.I teased my pussy a little bit over the lace T-back panties. Another ten seconds and he would have been in these. I fed my fingers into the side of my pretty panties, finding a very wet spot. “Ohhh, yes,” I moaned quietly. My eyes closed, and I began imagining CJ’s touch. When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at a very lustful representation of myself. “We’re doing this,” I said out loud, stepping out of my heels and crawling onto my bed. I stacked a couple of pillows and lay back against my headboard. My knees were bent, folding my legs to one side. I closed my eyes and imagined CJ touching my calves and the backs of my thighs.My head lay back against the pillow as I relived the moment illegal bahis CJ pulled me underneath him. “Mmm. Take me,” I moaned. My hands moved up my body, taking firm grips of my breasts, feeling my nipples harden against my palms. Breathing so hard, wanting CJ’s hands on me. I massaged and squeezed my tits, imagining what almost happened tonight.With my eyes shut tight, I lay my legs out straight. I lifted my bottom off the bed and felt CJ’s hands sliding my panties down. I gave myself completely to the fantasy, feeling CJ open my thighs. “Ohhh,” I groaned, tracing my fingers between the folds of my little pussy lips. “Yes,” I exhaled, as I felt CJ slide a finger inside me. “Yes. Touch me, CJ,” I whispered.”Oh my God! I am soaked,” I sighed, sucking my wet fingers. My hands were CJ’s hands – one groping, massaging and kneading my tits, the other searching and finding my aroused clit. The intensity of our kissing in the limo had already overstimulated me, and I felt myself gush wetness within seconds. I drove my hips off the bed, urgently pushing my fingers into my pussy and holding pressure on my clit as an orgasm swept over me. My body locked in the sexual position in which I imagined CJ was taking me. When my climax subsided and my mind had become my own again, I felt my body fall flat to the bed. “I want you,” I whispered, before sleep took me.I woke up in the same position my body was in when I crashed last night. Apart from laying on a soaked comforter, I felt wonderful, relaxed. Limousine, I laughed to myself, turning on the shower. “What were you thinking?” I asked the sleep-weary girl in the mirror. “Best of luck getting your mind out of the back seat of that limo, Heather,” my reflection mocked.

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