With a ride back to Eddie’s

In response to my promise, Veronica moaned and finally let go of my cock. For a brief moment, the gorgeous Latina had me wondering if I’d somehow been too bold in making that promise. Hence, I was immensely relieved when she grabbed hold of the chair with both hands and slowly slid herself forwards another inch. Though the distance wasn’t far at all, it took Veronica’s juicy ass a few short seconds to get there, thanks to her asshole slowly giving way and opening up around my fingers until my fingertips disappeared into her tightest hole.

While my relief had already been replaced by arousal, Veronica was meeting my gaze as she let out a breathless, “God, Eddie…” while tightening up her tiny anus around my digits. Not caring at all whether or not the other patrons might figure out what we were up to, I leaned in closer to Veronica’s lips and kissed her. As my tongue slipped inside her mouth, I rolled my wrist one quarter of the way and began rubbing my thumb against her engorged clit. Soaking wet as Veronica was, her juices came streaming out of her bald cunt onto my hand and wrist, and despite no longer being teased by her nimble fingers, my dick was throbbing wildly inside my slacks. We had to get out of there and back to my apartment, before things escalated anymore than they already had. And by the smoldering stare that the busty babe was offering me, her eyes glazed over, it felt like we were just getting started.

To that end, I pulled back and smiled at Veronica as I extracted my fingers from inside her bunghole and used one hand to lift her back onto her seat before raising the other into the air to get the attention of the nearest waitress.

“Yes?” Unsurprisingly, service was quick to arrive, in the form of a red-faced young woman who addressed me with a light stammer, while Veronica sat with her left elbow against the table and her right hand swirling a lock of her long, dark brown hair round her fingers, an impish smile on her lips.

“Check, please,” I gave the waitress a big, friendly smile.

“Y-yes,” the waitress nodded at me and turned to leave.

Veronica stopped her with a “Wait…” before shooting me a quick glance as she sat there, leaning forwards over the table with her huge knockers nearly exploding out of her ultra-skimpy dress.

“We’d like to pay in cash,” Veronica told the waitress.

“R-right.” With another quick nod of her head, the waitress was gone.

“Cash, huh?” I smiled at Veronica as she reached for her purse.

“I don’t know about you,” Veronica’s voice was a husky, playful purr, “but I want to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

And with that, Veronica reached in and gave my cock another squeeze. I was glad that I’d stuck my wallet in my right pocket, because thanks to her teasing efforts over the last hour, I’d been pumping out so much precum that the fabric of my left trouser leg was soaking wet. While that might be potentially embarrassing when I got up, it was a small price to pay for the company of a gorgeous young woman and the immensely enjoyable time I've spent with her so far.

Next, it was with a slightly less libidinous and more teasing smile that Veronica said, “I hope you’re not the kind of guy who can’t let a woman pay for his dinner,” while opening up her purse, having let go of my dick again.

“We’ll split it,” I decided, and Veronica gave me a peck on the cheek to express her approval.

The waitress arrived, and Veronica and I quickly pooled together the five twenties and one tenner than would cover the food, drinks and tips. One of the two twenties that I had in my wallet got a little wet by the time it was on the table, something which we both grinned at, but didn’t comment on with the waitress still within earshot. With that taken care of, we rose to our feet, something which prompted just about every pair of eyes in the restaurant to be turned in our direction. Quickly, Veronica took up a position to my left, leaning in to let me wrap one arm around her and using her hot little body to cover the wet stain of precum that ran down my left leg. She didn’t say anything about it, but merely smiled up at me while rubbing her skirt-clad ass against my thigh before the two of us walked out of there. Compared with when we’d arrived, Veronica barely seemed to notice the attention that was directed towards her, instead keeping her body snuggled up against mine and focusing on matching my pace.

“So, your place?” Veronica casually asked as we approached my car. I’d parked it over in one corner of the lot nearest to the restaurant, directly underneath a streetlight.

“Sure,” I said, as my car beeped when I unlocked it. To be honest, I didn’t care where we ended up, as long as we got there soon. But then Veronica stepped up ahead of me and leaned forwards to open the front passenger door, and the sight of the high-cut back of her skimpy dress riding up to reveal another inch of her big, firm ass caused me to move up close behind her.

Gasping when she felt my hands grab hold of her waist from behind – and it was so small that my fingers were practically touching – Veronica craned her neck to look back at me as I bent my knees to lower myself a little, her lips forming an excited smile as she met my gaze and made me look downwards by giving her hips a soft shake that made her ass bounce. Now, while we’d been walking back to my car, my stiff fuckpiece had shifted until it was pointing almost straight ahead, coiled up inside my underwear and straining for release. It was that bulge on the front of my slacks that I brought in closer and closer to Veronica’s ass.

“Fuck, Eddie, how big are you?” Veronica groaned when my erection was finally pressing against her sexy bubble butt. She placed her hands on top of my car and spread her feet a little wider apart, standing there propped up on her eight-inch heels and with her asscheeks closing in around my erection as I pushed it up between them. I don’t think that anyone was watching us, but then my attention was pretty much consumed by how utterly fantastic it felt to have my erection sandwiched between Veronica’s tight buns as she whimpered with lust in front of me.
I still hadn't responded to Veronica’s question, and neither of us really remembered her having asked it as I began moving my hips, moving my cock up and down her ass-cleavage while its weight pressed down on the back of her revealing dress. In the light cast by the streetlight, I could see that the thin strap behind her neck holding her entire ensemble together bouncing and jostling every time that I pressed forwards.

Then, Veronica suddenly let slip an aroused but startled “Fuck!” while I could feel the back of her dress sink further down over her ass momentarily before springing back up again to reassume its normal state of not quite covering her booty in its entirety.

“What?” I asked, curious as to the reason for her tone.

Looking back at me over her shoulder, Veronica didn’t say anything, but simply grabbed hold of my right wrist and guided my hand up over the dramatic curvature of her waist, across her ribcage and around onto her right tit. After that, she giggled at the groan that came from me when my fingers connected with her big, stiff nipple, not through the thin material of her dress, but skin against skin.

“Eddie,” Veronica purred like a kitten, “your long, fat cock just caused a wardrobe malfunction…”

I needed to see this, so I took a short step back and spun a grinning Veronica around. Sure enough, the criss-crossing two-inch wide straps of light purple cloth that were the top-half of her dress had come together and were now bunched up somewhere in her cleavage, leaving her pair of massive, utterly perfect tits completely exposed. Apparently, the pressure caused by my thirteen-inch erection grinding tight against the back of her dress had caused the top of it to start moving, and this was the very fortunate consequence of that. Standing there, her chest rising and sinking due to her heavy breathing, Veronica looked straight back at me and made no move to cover up her tits again. A few seconds more passed, then those full lips of hers formed another mischievous smile and she grabbed hold of the two wayward straps, one hand above her cleavage and the other below. I had expected her to place them back over her nipples again, but was surprised when she tugged them aside until they were pressing against the outside of each of her ballooning tits, further narrowing the cleft between those huge, round knockers of hers, the lushly tanned skin of which gleamed in the light provided by the streetlight above.

“Veronica, we better get going,” I announced, and Veronica bit her lip and nodded in agreement. While she finally got the door open and dove inside before closing it behind her, I hurried round to the driver’s side and hadn't got to the door before it swung open. As I got in, Veronica was sitting with her knees on her seat and her hands on mine, having opened the door for me. We kissed once more, our tongues meeting before the tip of Veronica’s curled upwards and she moaned into my mouth in response to me placing one hand on her expansive chest, cupping and fondling one of her huge titties with abandon. When she straddled my waist – which she managed to pull off without breaking our lip lock – the juices that had been pouring down Veronica’s toned legs further soaked my slacks, while their crotch and the bottom of my shirt were instantly soaked through thanks to her utterly soaked honeypot.

“You’re not climbing off me, are you?” I asked, once the kiss was finally over and I’d managed to suck a little air back into my lungs. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, Veronica gave me a slow, determined shake of her head and grinded her bald pussy against my cock.

I turned the ignition and slipped into reverse, thankful that I hadn't opted for a manual transmission.

The trip back to my place was even more interesting than the one to the restaurant. It involved Veronica straddling my lap the entire way, me looking around her curvy body at the road and fondling her ass and back every chance I got while she kept on rubbing her juicing honeypot against my bulging cock, further soaking my slacks. They were clinging to my thighs by now, and my underwear were getting pretty drenched as well. At every stoplight, we were kissing passionately, Veronica bucking against me, her knockers sliding up and down my chest while I swore I could feel her labia parting round my tenting erection. When we were halfway to my place, my shirt had been opened and its front slid apart courtesy of Veronica’s nimble fingers, and she was cooing with excitement while tracing her hands up and down my eight-pack stomach and hard chest. Other drivers were undoubtedly reveling at the scene in my car, but Veronica and I were so consumed by our lust for one another that we didn't care about that at all.

Eventually, we got to what I was sure would be the last red light before my apartment building, and I decided to ramp things up further. I slid my left hand down between Veronica’s asscheeks – when she was straddling me, that dress of hers really didn’t cover anything at all – and brought two fingers up against her asshole.

“Oh Goddamn it, Eddie… you’re gonna make me…” Veronica moaned into my ear when I pressed the digits against her ring.

My “Make you what?” was completely superfluous, but I enjoyed it. Two seconds later, I slipped the two fingers past Veronica’s bunghole, and the reaction I got was her arching her back, nearly ramming her tits into my jaw and knocking me out, while unleashing a girlish little cry as her cunt turned into a waterfall, her girlcum pooling between my legs on the seat by the time that I got the car rolling again.

Two minutes later, we finally rolled up outside the apartment complex where I lived, a brand new ten-story building, right as Veronica finished her long orgasm.

“That was fantastic...” Thanks to another strategically placed streetlight, I could see every glorious detail of the satisfied smile that Veronica gave me once she rediscovered the ability to speak and every divine curve of her sex goddess body.

“Good.” Returning her smile, I killed the engine and buried my face between Veronica’s melons, sinking it into her cleavage.

“Oh fuck, Eddie, suck on my fat titties…” Immediately, Veronica was back to riding me, one hand stroking the back of my head as I kissed and licked my way back out from between her tits and latched onto her left nipple, sucking on it for just a couple of seconds before letting go.

“Veronica,” Lifting the busty Latina off me, I sat her down in the passenger seat, “we’re almost there.”

Toying with the straps of her dress for a second, Veronica shot me a teasing grin and left them pulled aside, stepping out my car topless and with the bottom of her dress so un-tidied and wet that it barely covered anything at all anymore. Her voice dripping with sexual need, Veronica said, "I hope you don't mind me showing the effect a long-cocked stud has on me..."

Shaking my head in violent disagreement as I drank in her petite, curvy frame, she hooked her arm around mine after I’d grabbed her bag from the trunk, and we set off towards the building in front of us.

“Hey, Carl,” I called out, waving at the new building’s old security guard as he came round a corner of the building and stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes upon Veronica.

“Hi, Carl!” Veronica waved at him too, and Carl looked about ready to fall on his ass. We'd reached the front doors by the time that he found the strength to limply lift his wrist and try to wave back.

“This place looks brand new,” Veronica observed a little later as we headed through the foyer towards the elevator.

“It is,” I replied, “barely half the apartments are taken yet.”

“How’d you find this place?”

“One of the guys in charge of the project,” I paused to smile at Veronica, “He blames me for him meeting his wife.”

“You have about ten seconds to tell me that story, Eddie,” Veronica said, seemingly judging the distance left to the elevator.

“Six months ago, him and I went on a double-date that turned out to be a triple-date. Two of the girls fought over my attention, he ended up with the one smart enough not to. They got married last month.”

“That’s sweet,” Veronica smiled up at me, there still being a bit of a height difference between us despite her heels, while I pressed the button for the elevator up. "And you don't have to show off for me. I'm prepared to fight off an army of women for you."

“Who said I was?" I replied with a cheeky grin. Picking up the conversation again, I said, “So when I got a little bit of money recently, he pulled some strings and set me up with a penthouse apartment for the price of a normal apartment.”

The conversation would probably have continued, but the elevator arrived and we stepped into it. As the doors closed behind us, I quickly punched in the six-digit pass code for the tenth floor; one of the luxuries of having the penthouse was that the elevator opened up right into the apartment. Once the code was entered, I turned to Veronica, but I honestly couldn't say whether I picked her up or if she jumped onto me, but we ended up with her pressed against the wall and our lips and bodies mashed together. I ended up holding her up with just one arm at a time as she got me out of my already opened shirt, and once that had ended up on the floor, I undid the strap holding her dress up, and it slid down her voluptuous form to leave her completely naked save for her heels and, of all things, her purse.

“Eddie, wait!” Veronica cried out, and again I had that little pang of worry hit me that I’d gone too far too fast.

“What?”

“Put me down,” Veronica smiled at me, and I did as she asked. What I saw next was her squatting down, and a long rope of clear juices dangled from between her legs as she quickly gathered up her dress and my shirt and stuffed them in her bag.

“There.” Wiping her hands theatrically just as the elevator was about to reach the top floor, Veronica stood back up again. Good Lord, this girl was an absolute dream.

There was a faint “Ping!” as the elevator stopped, so I hurried to pick up Veronica’s bag, then swept her off her feet as the doors slid open. Holding her in both arms while she lazily dangled her feet and wrapped her arms round my thick neck, I carried Veronica into the foyer of my penthouse.