After another long, lingering kiss, I bend down, latching one of her legs over my shoulder so that I have her pinned down securely.
"Safety first here in the workshop." I wait until she starts to laugh, then dip my head, gliding my tongue straight through her center. Bridget gasps, gripping my shoulder with one hand and the table with the other, as her eyes fall closed. Her sweetness is driving me absolutely wild, my shaft so hard that it's making my hips tighten.
"Oh!" As my tongue circles her clit, her fingers grip my hair frantically. "Oh," she whispers, relaxing into my rhythm.
"Mmm. I need you to come in my mouth."
Her eyelids fall half closed as she tries to watch me. "I can't believe this is happening," she breathes.
My finger glides around her entrance, barely dipping inside as I test her wetness. She's drenched, her juices sweet, and I lickall the way around her outer lips before concentrating back on her little button.
Bridget's body reacts in different ways as I experiment with different patterns. Circles make her gasp. But sharp upward licks make her thighs tense, her body quiver. "Dash… I…"
"I've got you, beautiful. Just let go."
Digging in, I increase my pace, watching as her eyes grow wide. The climax hits her in slow motion, rolling from her knees to her breasts, shaking her in waves as her open mouth gasps for air. "Yes," she cries. "Oh my…Yes."
When she stops shaking, I lick all around her sweet, perfect pussy, devouring her juices. Then I straighten up as we smile at each other. Damn, I need her. It's been so long. I realize with a start that I'm breathing almost as heavily as she is.
"Baby, are you on the pill or anything?"
"I—"
A car door slams right in front of the workshop.
In a flash I lift Bridget down off the workbench, straightening her skirt as she pulls her bra into place. I jam her panties into my pocket, slipping an arm around her as she's still slightly wobbly.
Ansel walks in, then stops short. "Sorry, kids. Just grabbing my other laptop." He hurries into the office, obviously realizing that he interrupted a moment. He practically jogs back out to his truck, muttering, "Good night again."
Bridget is blushing furiously, clinging to my side. "Relax. He probably just thinks he busted us making out," I assure her.
She looks around nervously. "Are there security cameras here?"
"They haven't been installed yet. Now, grab my shoulders and step into your undies."
I hold them out so that she can wiggle them on, then I pull her back into my arms. "I should get you home before I have any more inappropriate ideas."
"You think that was inappropriate?" she asks with a saucy smile.
"Maybe a little for a first date. I don't regret a thing, though."
Her eyes blaze. "I think I only regret that we were interrupted."
"Really…" Holding her against me, I rub against her so that she can feel exactly how hard I am. "Are you saying you want this?" She nods eagerly. "Then I guess I'm picking you up after work tomorrow. Let's go. Home time for you."
Her nose crinkles as she tries to glare up at me, but starts to laugh. "You're right. It's getting late."
As I drive her home, I learn some more interesting details about her life. Apparently Bridget and her mom moved around quite a bit. She wants to take another year of university, but is taking a little time off until she's positive she knows what courses she wants. She loves Oakton, and the vibe of the people here.
The second I pull into her driveway, the curtain moves at the window. After I walk around to help her out of the truck, I try to take her hand, but she shyly pulls away. "Not in front of your mother. I get it. No problem."
"Just until I get her…you know, used to the idea."
I walk her to the front door, keeping a respectful distance. "Anything you want, Bridget. I'm in no hurry."
"Thank you. Talk to you soon."
"Thanks for the sandwiches," I say loud enough for her mom to hear, since she's probably eavesdropping from the other side of the cheap plywood door. As I turn, my fingers trail against hers for a split second, making her smile.
