His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous trace
of her delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in
her underwear as he cautiously searched. As they forced their
way under her she involuntarily raised herself up. But he only
paused as his hands continued on their was down the back of
Sandy’s thighs. Then they returned along her side. Twice they
followed the same sensuous route. Then as one returned by the
same road the other crept lower to the hem of her knee-length
dress. As his hand lighted on her flawless knee, Sandy again
broke away from the kiss.
“No, Jim. You can’t do that.” “Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot
do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this
car to do anything, but explore, so don’t worry.” “I…I don’t
think we should.” “All right, just a few brief moments. It
won’t hurt.”