make your move

Deciding to go from broke as the silence took over the limo, You reached out and placed a hand on her knee, rubbing it softly. “If your boyfriend is stupid enough to upset he doesn’t deserve you” you spoke softly.

“You’re probably right” Mollie nodded, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I’m really sorry about this, I still want us to have a great day.” She offered you a smile as you moved your hand up her thigh slowly. At first she didn’t seem to notice as she carried on, the cheery tone returning to her voice. “So after lunch did you have anything in mind?”

“Well there’s a few things” you said, your voice becoming husky. It was at this point that she finally noticed your hand nearly sliding under her dress.

“Oh! Um..I don’t think…you should be doing that” Mollie said clearly shocked and flustered. You could use this to you advantage. It seemed that she was not only shocked but far too polite to simply turn you away straight out.

“I thought we were doing anything I wanted today” you replied, continuing to slide your hand along her thigh. Her skin was as smooth as a babies bottom and you wondered if her pussy was the same.

You decided to be a bit more daring and leaned towards her, my lips hovering over her neck. “Yes but—“ Her voice got caught in her throat as you pressed you lips against the nape of her neck. Doe, I’m flattered really…I have a boyfriend…”

Her attempts at reasoning with me were hitting a brick wall. You had already made up my mind on what you wanted and when you wanted it. Sliding your and further up her sun dress you felt the muscles in her thigh tighten but you still had yet to receive any physical resistance from her. “I thought we established that he’s an asshole” you muttered, nibbling on her earlobe.

She was silent for a moment and you could just see that her eyes had closed. Taking advantage you slid your hand further up her thigh until you could feel the lace outline of her panties. Her legs closed around your hand as you tugged her panties to the side. As much as she protested the dampness that was building revealed facts that said otherwise.

“I shouldn’t…be doing this” she finally spoke as if realizing what point she had let it get to.

Turning to look at you, she scanned you over with her eyes. You were sure that she saw the raging tent that now pitched in between your legs. “No one will know” you whispered, glancing to the pitch black glass that made sure the driver couldn’t see back here.

You turned back the popstar and saw her with a conflicted look on her face.