You won't even make the car

"Mmm," you say. "Let's try this." You reach for the collar of her shirt, pulling Sara to you as you do. Your fingers deftly undo her shirt buttons.

"What's," Sara gasps, "what's this?" You finish with the buttons and pull her shirt open. Sara has a black bra on underneath, the outlines of her firm nipples just barely visible. She had her shirt tucked into her jeans, and you carefully pull it free.

"This," you say, "is me taking you right here." You run your hands up her sides, pressing them against both breasts. Sara looks down as you squeeze. Your fingers dip under the cups. You find her nipples. Sara sighs with pleasure.

"Let me," Sara says, reaching behind her back and undoing the bra's clasp. The bra stays hanging from her shoulder, kept in place by her shirt.

Sara keeps kissing you, a fire lit inside her. Your hands move lower, unsnapping her pants and now unzipping them. You reach between her legs and press your hand against Sara's pussy. Her body responds to you just like it did all those years before.

Sara rises on her toes and nibbles on your ear. She gasps as you push a fingertip inside her. "You get me so wet," Sara says. "Every time we speak I want you again. But right now, how do you want me?" she asks.

"You're so fucking perfect," you tell Sara. You push your fingers in and out of her. Her eyes are practically shining. As you push in and out Sara's body begins to spasms. She jams her cunt down on your fingers.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking close," Sara says. Her breath is ragged, in time with her tremors. "Oh Gaaahhdd. Oh! Oh! I – oh. Fuck me. Oh! oooh! oooh!"

"You're almost there," you say to Sara. "Out here in the parking lot. You can get there. Come on."

"No," she moans, "I'm not going to get there till you're in me. Will you get me there? Will you help your Sara come?"