Kimmie knows how to make a man feel special--as she proves in the conclusion of this story today. And I hope y'all take the time from your own holiday madness schedule to make your lover feel special too. Once again, with great pride and pleasure, here's Kimmie:
Special, the conclusion
He finished his drink and set his card out to pay the bill. He watched as she shifted her weight back and forth, her ass making patterns across the back of her skirt. He wondered briefly if she was doing it on purpose because she knew he was watching her now, but he didn’t care one way or the other. The bubble of each cheek pushed the material out and back, out and back, the curve between each cheek making a sliding divot, like the earth in front of a bulldozer, pushing forward and back with each shift. Beautiful. His cock shifted again. His fingers started tapping the table. Time to get a move on.
She turned around again, smiling in her conversation. She caught his eye. He raised one eyebrow and pointed to his watch, tipping his head to one side in question. She traced her collarbone with one finger, making a line down the neck of her blouse to her cleavage and back up. Devil bitch, he thought. He could see the outline of her thighs now, shifting back and forth in the same rhythm as her ass had been just moments before. It was her expression, though, that made him want to jump out of the chair. Where was the damn waitress with his card?
She was smirking, her lips in a superior little half-smile as she watched his body betray his impatience. She kept talking, but she was looking straight at him as she bent slightly, letting him glimpse a touch more cleavage. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen them before, the sight of her partially-bared breasts in such an inappropriate place drove him crazy. She bent down even lower for a moment, her lovely breasts looking like they were going to spill entirely out of her shirt, then back up to safety. Alright, vixen, he thought. We’re done here.
He grabbed the check, signed it with a slash, grabbed his wallet and stood up. She was still chatting and smirking. Enough. He stalked toward her, his mind filled with nothing but images of her naked body. “…and Sue said THAT?” she was saying into the phone, her eyes on his, dancing and teasing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. She KNOWS what’s going to happen now!” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled, leading her toward the door. “Babe, I gotta run,” she said, his pace making her skip a little to keep up as they made their way through the maze of tables. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Yeah, I love you, too! Bye!” She flipped her phone shut as they walked out the door. “Well, Megan was just telling me that Sue’s done it again,” she said. “You remember how she – “ He pushed her up against the bricks and kissed her, stopping the flow of chatter. She giggled into his kiss. He grabbed her jaw gently but firmly, pressing his body against hers hard.
She put her hands to his face, brushing his hair back over his ears as she kissed him back. When he let her go, she smiled and held on, pulling him in for more. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. They were alone for the moment. She ran one hand down his pants and cupped his balls, her eyes twinkling. That was it. He was taking her home now. He pulled her away from the wall, heading to the car. She was laughing out loud, delighted with herself and her effect on him.
He opened the door for her, got her settled and closed it. He went around to his side and sat down, putting the key in the ignition. She covered his hand with hers, stopping him from turning the car on. He looked at her. She was still smiling, still impish. She put her hand over his heart and pushed him back against the seat. Keeping her hand on his chest, she slowly looked around the car. The parking lot was dark, the closest light several cars away. She slid her hand down his chest to his cock again. He stared at her, amazed as always at where her mind was when he least expected it. She flipped his belt open and had his zipper down in a practiced moment, and the next thing he knew she had his cock in her mouth.
This woman knew how to make a man feel special. He still couldn’t quite believe that she’d chosen him, that she wanted him of all people, but he could hardly deny it when her face was in his lap. He laid his hand on her hair, brushing it back from her face so he could see her. She looked up and smiled, and then went back to her work. The whole show tonight had been for him. All the wiggling, all the flirty movements, all the cleavage – just for him. He let his head fall back against the seat so he could enjoy the feel of her mouth and tongue.
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