A Classy Italian Restaurant

“Fabrizio’s at 8:00?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You drive up to Maria’s apartment at 7:30 and nervously check yourself in the mirror. This is crazy. She’s like a model and she’s going out with you? You panic briefly as you notice she’s halfway to your car.

She is wearing a skin-tight and low-cut black wrap dress that makes her curvaceous body all the more enticing. She opens the car door and gets in, the dress riding up her legs dangerously close to showing her panties.

“H-hey there.”

“What’s the matter coach?”

“Sorry, I’m nervous that’s all. You look amazing!”

“Thanks, and don’t be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say. Look at you.”

“Does this help?” She takes your hand and pulls it under the skirt of her dress. You feel crotchless panties and her pussies lips are wet with anticipation. “I’ve been like this since the moment you called me over this afternoon. I don’t think there is anything for you to be worrying about except maybe having a ready condom.”