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“Will you zip me?”
Jessie had walked in from work looking stunning in her fancy hair and makeup, something she said Kitty did, too. I poured her a glass of prosecco and sent her to go get dressed. We were kinda pressed for time, even with a fashionably late arrival. Her dress had this high neckline that made her rack look amazing. The red glittery fabric went to the floor with a slit that let one whole leg out. As I stepped in the bedroom to zip her as requested, I had an open view of her back.
“What if I’d rather get you out of this dress?” I asked, kissing her neck from behind.
“I don’t want to mess up my hair just yet,” she said with a wink over her shoulder.
I groaned, rubbing myself into her ass. “Jessie, it’s almost worse to know that you’re kind of a freak.”
“That’s what you think. What if I turn out to be the most vanilla you’ve ever had?”
“I don’t see that happening. You were begging me to come on your tits last night.”
She tossed her head from side to side, weighing that. “Fair.”
Slowly, I zipped her dress. “You know, we’re getting a limo to the event. And it’s a good twenty minutes away.”
My hand dragged from her knee to the slit at the top of her dress.
“Is twenty minutes enough time?” she asked innocently.
I nibbled under her ear and slipped my hand into the slit of her dress, petting my finger over her panties. “We can make it enough time for a little fun. Take the edge off.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Jess whined as I looked at my phone, removing my hand from her. “That’s our driver. I’ll tell them we’ll be right down. Can I do anything to help you get ready?”
“I’m almost done. Just need my earrings and to touch up my lipstick,” she said breezily, taking a sip of her Prosecco. I turned her to face me and ran my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Maybe don’t bother with the lipstick, darlin’.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think is going to happen in this limo, Jockey?”
“This sassy, pretty mouth wrapped around my cock if I’m lucky.”
Her arms went around my neck, pressing herself into me. “Hmm. And what do I get out of the deal?”
“You’re my girl now. You know I’ll take care of you,” I cooed, holding her waist. We melted into each other for a kiss so intense, I came away with swollen lips and a semi.
“I want to fuck you right here on this dresser,” I said, scooping up her bottom and setting her on the edge.
“How long till the driver leaves?” she asked, running a finger down my chest and pulling me in by my tie. As if on cue, myphone buzzed again. I growled, checking my watch. We were late.
“We should go,” I said miserably.
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It turned out that the driver was a very sweet old man who apparently wanted to talk the entire time, and we had a town car, not a limo. Neither Jess nor I were in the mood to shut down an old man so we could fool around in the backseat. We exchanged many tense glances and hand squeezes, her dimple almost constantly out from where she was trying to keep from laughing.
That meant by the time we got to the venue, we were both frustrated as fuck. I had to mentally pour cold water on my dick and try to pretend every touch from Jess wasn’t sending my body into overdrive.
She adjusted my tie before we went in and undid the buttons of my jacket. “Button the top one when you get out of the car, babe,” she said.
The driver got out to open our door and she burst into laughter. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”
“No, it did not,” I said. “And look at you, fixing me up like your little Ken doll.”
