She just looked at me

Those eyes. That look. I was in love with that God dammed look in her eyes. There was a confusion in them, and I knew I would have to help her a little bit.

“Your ass,” I said. “I wanna see it.” Her face went a light pink, and she avoided my eyes, adorably embarrassed at my request.

“But…” she said quietly, blushing again.

“Yes, your butt,” I responded playfully. “You were teasing me with it the whole class, and you didn’t think I’d wanna see it up close?” I asked, as if the answer was obvious. She nervously glanced out her window, thinking it over.

“Here?” She asked, her eyebrows raised, her pink face and innocent eyes speaking directly to my crotch. I reached out and placed my left hand on her right thigh, gently squeezing.

“I thought…” she began, but stopped herself, and I smirked, knowing the reason she met me outside. A repeat of yesterday, perhaps? I looked down at my hand on her thigh, tense under my gentle grip.

“Show it to me,” I said again, then paused, my eyes drifting back up into hers. “And I’ll let you give me another kiss.” Her face went brighter pink and her wide eyes suddenly couldn’t meet mine. She nibbled at her lower lip, again glancing out her window and the front windshield.

“That’s why we’re out here…” I said, squeezing her thigh again. “Right?” She looked down at her knees, blinking frequently again. Her jaw clenched as she took in what I’d asked her.

“So I just…” she said quietly, meekly, quickly shaking her head as if the request embarassed her. I smiled. So damn adorable.

“Come here and bend over for me,” I said, smiling, gently patting the center console between our seats. “Face the backseat.”

She exhaled and swallowed, her alert eyes locked onto mine, gauging if I was serious or not. I was. She saw it in my eyes. After some hesitation she looked around once more, and quietly cleared her throat, unsure of how to even begin. “So I’ll just…” she said, hurler voice trailing off. I watched her with amused interest as she awkwardly climbed out of her seat and placed her left knee down on the edge of my seat, her right knee on the edge of hers. I inhaled, pleased to be this close to her.

I reached out and placed my right hand on the small of her back, and she inhaled quickly. I bit my lower lip as she leaned forward at my hand’s gentle pressure, placing her hands on the carpeted floor of the backseat.

I let out a deep breath and gently caressed her lower back. “Stick it out for me,” I quietly told her, the bulge in my pants slowly growing. “Arch your back.” I heard her exhale a shaky breath, and then she did as she was told.

I slid my right hand down to her ass and let it rest there a while, immensely enjoying the feel of her jeans against my warm hand. I moved my hand to the center of her ass and shifted in my seat, turning to face her and sit on my left leg. Her back straightened a bit. “No, that was perfect,” I encouraged, and after a moment’s hesitation she arched her back again.

Her ass stuck back out and I caressed the center of her ass with my, turning my right hand so my thumb rubbed her pussy through her jeans, the thin fabric the only thing separating the sensual touch. She lightly gasped, but her back relaxed and she arched once more to give my thumb easier access. I brought my left hand up and lightly spanked her left ass cheek, which made her jump and make a startled noise. I kept rubbing her with my thumb as my left hand squeezed and kneaded her cheek, staring at what I was doing.

“You like that?” I asked quietly, already knowing the answer. Her body responded to my digit by slowly and rhythmically grinding, ever-so-subtly, along with the motion of my thumb. I slid my thumb up and rubbed it over her asshole, pressing in gently against the fabric of her jeans. Her back straightened out somewhat as she made a small noise, and I smiled. All in good time. I slid my thumb back down to rub against her pussy again, the jeans heavenly warm against my finger. Her back arched back again and her ass subtly pushed against my thumb.

I grit my teeth and squeezed her ass with my left hand, beyond aroused and ready for her.

I exhaled deeply. “Come here,” I whispered, my voice huskier than it was earlier. I heard her exhale, possibly out of frustration that I stopped. I placed a gentle kiss against her jeans, in the spot where my thumb had been rubbing her, and she gasped lightly, tensing as her body lurched forward a bit.

“Is that what you want?” I asked, and kissed her again in the same spot, smiling as she squirmed. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed my nose into her as I fondled her tight ass cheeks. The spot on her jeans was very warm. I inhaled deeply so she could both hear and feel it, breathing in the scent of her pussy. Her ass. Her. She gasped again, and I swear I heard a small moan escape her throat.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said, bringing my right hand down to spank her right ass cheek. She jumped at the contact, gasping once more. “Right now, I want you to come suck my dick.” Not a peep. Not one word, or even a small noise. I wished I knew what she was thinking right now. It was driving me crazy. My hand was on her ass again, squeezing as my thumb rubbed her pussy through her jeans. She squirmed adorably. I rubbed my crotch as I rubbed her. “And you’re gonna let me cum in your mouth this time.”