Grabby College Student

Just as I was pondering that, I see a car pull up by the door. When I look closely, I saw it was the same guy that was being so aggressive before when dining today. I see him and smile, remembering how much fun we had earlier. He smiles, and says "Need a lift?"

My smile grows broader, and I swiftly make my way to the passenger door. "How did you know I would need a ride?" I asked.

"I saw you walk here when I was visiting a friend's place down the road which is why we went here today to eat” he replied. I giggled, feeling more akin to a college student myself. As I stepped into the car, he shook his finger at me, forward and back. “Not so fast. I’d like to see some skin before you get in. Strip naked for me. Can’t let my friends think I’m going soft.

I giggle then, a smile forming on my face, as I tip my head back, looking up briefly. “You want me naked before I get in the car?”, I ask, and he nods his head slightly, up and down, and an amused, if a rather satisfied expression on his face. I let out a sigh, “Fine, but only because I don’t want to walk, ok?” He stayed quiet, as he watches me closely, eyes glued to my tits.

I pause, before putting my hands on the side of my top, pulling it up slowly; quite aware of how my breasts bounce as they come free. I pull the top slowly off, before tossing it into his car, landing in the space between the seats. He eyes me, expectantly, as I bend over at the waist, pulling my tight mini skirt off my hips, and down my legs. I bend over far more drastically than I needed to, giving him a good look at my breaths in the process. I catch him staring then, as I look up mid-movement. I smile his way, as I pull the skirt to my calves, before stepping over and out. I stand up then, placing my left hand on my hip, before tossing my skirt in with my right.

I’m naked now and see from the comer of my eye that other members of the crew walk past, watching my little show in the process. They watch, remaining interested, as they make their way to their rides or cars. They make amused, hushed tones, but I can’t make out anything they said.

My high heels hit the pavement loudly, as though trying to announce to the world I’m naked. I open the door then, watching him stare, a smug, not to mention satisfied expression, Cleary on his face. As I sit down on the seat, I feel my legs and shaved mound all too clearly touching the fabric seat, without anything between it and my naked body. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, where too?"

I try to remain casually, keeping my arms at my sides, as I gave my address. It did not take us long to get to my address, and soon we parked outside of my condo. As I collected my clothes, he whispered, "Maybe I should walk you up. It's really late, and I'd rather not have anything happen to you . ."

I smiled back, and inquired, "Or maybe you just want to see where I live, and maybe get a little something extra."

I watched as he blushed, smiling through it before saying, "Yea, or that"

We both laughed, and I decided . . .