When we pull up to Moonlight, she doesn’t wait for me to open her door, hopping out and rushing inside. I grab the empty boxes from the back and follow her in.
She’s stopped in the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her eyes meet mine from in front of the stainless steel refrigerator.
I walk up behind her, getting within an inch of her body as I reach inside to grab a Gatorade. She freezes, not moving a muscle as I chug it. Once I finish half of it, I screw the lid back on and put it back in the fridge. She takes a tiny step back, bumping into me.
My hand moves around her front, cupping her inner thigh. My mouth dips down to her ear.
“All your little dresses are too fucking short.”
“I didn’t think you noticed.”
“I notice, Dollface. I notice everything about you.” I kiss her neck, sucking on her skin.
My fingers slide down to reach under the fabric before moving upward across her sensitive skin. She drags in a sharp inhale when I meet the edge of her panties.
“What color are they today?” I growl into her ear.
“If my dress was really too short, wouldn’t you already know?”
“I tried not to look.”
“You’re such a gentleman.”
I grab her hair, pulling her head back by the roots and leaning my face up against her cheek. “I’m not a gentleman right now.” I shove my knee between her legs, spreading them wider.
My fingers reach up higher, brushing over her pussy, finding it completely soaking through her panties.
“Someone is already wet and ready, hmm? Do you just stay this way, drenched for me and waiting ’til I find out?”
She shakes her head.
“You look so pretty when you tell lies, baby.”
I pet the seam of her lips in slow circles. She makes a frustrated grunting sound, her hand reaching back to grab the front of my jeans.
I let her, craving the feeling of her touch on me. She finds the erection easily enough since it would be impossible to miss it, crushed up against her ass.
She tries rubbing on me through the denim, but quickly loses her focus when my fingers slide underneath the cotton panties. She whimpers, trembling in the cold air the refrigerator is hopelessly pumping out. She grabs for my arm to steady herself.
I use my other hand to reach up to her chest, pulling down the frilly scoop neckline to expose her breasts. She writhes against me, not trying to get away, but to chase her orgasm that’s floating close by. My left hand plays with her nipple, puckeringfrom the cold air. My right hand is toying with her clit, lightly pinching it and massaging the same place over and over again.
“Sam—Sam, it’s too much. It’s too much …”
“No, it’s not. You can take it. Let yourself take it because you’re gonna have to take a lot more than this once I break you in.”
The fantasies I’ve secretly had about Dolly for years are finally coming to fruition, and I want to savor every single one. She tenses underneath me, trying to squeeze her thighs together. I twist her nipple harder, still breathing into her ear how pretty she is and how good she’s taking it when she cries out.
Her body convulses, rocking back against my chest as she shatters with an orgasm. My dick is painfully aware that we don’t have enough time to keep going before her family starts getting suspicious about how long we’re taking. Telling them we stopped for her to change is only going to work if we get moving.
She slowly comes back to reality, slumping forward. I hold her up with my left arm, giving her nipple one last pinch with my fingers before pulling her panties off and dragging them down her legs. She steps out of them, turning to face me with eyes like saucers as she watches me tuck them into my pocket. I’ve always collected things since I was little. It used to be pretty arrowheads I found down by the stream or vintage Matchbox cars from garage sales with my grandmother.
Now, it’s Dolly Redford’s panties, soaked with arousal that she felt for me.
I rise back to my full height before gently tucking her breasts back inside her dress. She licks her lips, reaching for the front button of my jeans. I step back.
“Hey, we’ve gotta go. They’re waiting on us.”
She shakes her head. “Absolutely not! I want a turn.”
