Miranda gets drunk

"I think someone is drunk," you tease Miranda as she drags you out on the dance floor, your hands dipping to her hips as you bring her in close, the tight black shirt and matching skirt she is in making it easy for you to touch her.

"If I was drunk you'd know it baby," Miranda replied back, not saying anything as you feel up her tits, but moaning slightly when you feel between her legs.

"Oh really Miranda? If you weren't drunk, would you let me do this?" you tease her as you kiss her on the lips, catching her off-guard at first until she started returning it a few seconds later.

"Maybe..." she teases you as she grabs your cock through your clothes, giving you the first sign she was as interested in continuing things between you as you were.

"Let's get out of here Miranda. I'm gonna fuck you tonight, you know," you tell her, surprising even yourself with your bravado as Miranda gives you a wry smile and follows you out the door.

"Okay then John. If you're so confident you're getting inside me tonight, where do you propose we do it then?" Miranda teases you, her hands on her hips as she stands by your car.

"You'll see," you tell her as you kiss her again, letting it linger and become a make-out session before you both got into your car, destination still unknown.