THE DILF NEXT DOOR (PART 3)

I don’t think I will forget the drive home in a million years.

Tom’s hand is on my thigh the whole way.

He’s not moving it at all, I must admit, I would have loved him to slide it up my dress and finger fuck me. I can just imagine how fantastic it would be to have an orgasm right there in the car as he drove. Even him driving with one hand is sexy.

Fuck this is torture!

Okay now his thumb is tracing slow circles on the inside of my knee driving me closer and closer to the brink of insanity. Does he realise what he’s fucking doing to me? I can barely sit still. It doesn’t help that the scent of his cologne is filling the whole car and every time he shifts gears, the muscles in his forearm flexes and I have to physically stop myself from leaning over and squeezing it.

Thank fuck he can’t read my thoughts.

I try and think of something really cool to say, something that will make me sound really mature, something witty and sexy but my mind is just a complete blank. All I can do is sit there staring at the road ahead with the occasional sneaky glance at him.

I sneak a glance at him and notice that he seems really tense.

His jaw is tight and his knuckles are gripping the wheel like his life depends on it.

Then he glances at me and I see the lust in his eyes.

And I’m talking about ‘I am going to suck and fuck every part of you until your pussy is well and truly fucking ruined.” kind of lust.

I press my thighs together hoping that the wetness between my legs won’t make an embarrassing patch on the dress. Knowing he’s just as horny as I am scares me just a tiny little bit but mostly it thrills me.

“If you keep looking at me like that we’re going to crash.” I tease and he chuckles.

“Then stop looking so fucking edible.”

I clasp my fingers in my lap, heart hammering.

“Edible? Like the delicious steak we just ate at your restaurant?”

His eyes glitter as he glances at me.

“Even better than that. I didn’t want to lick, suck and fuck every inch of that steak” He says it flatly, eyes on the road, like he’s reading the weather report or something “I’ve been hard since you opened your front door in that sexy as fuck dress and looked up at me with those big hazel eyes like you didn’t have a clue what you were doing to me.”

My pussy is aching at this point. It’s not fair that he can turn my pussy to mush just by talking dirty, but I smile because I’m not the only one that’s suffering.

“Impressive.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Impressive?”

I shrug.

“Well it couldn’t have been easy sitting through dinner with blue balls but you managed it beautifully, so yes, I would call that impressive.”

His fingers tighten on my leg. “You’re a menace, Evie Nelson.”

I give him a saccharin sweet smile.

“You have no idea.”

About twenty minutes later we pull into his driveway and he kills the engine.

For a few seconds we sit there in the dark car. I realise that my palms are sweating and I can hear my own heartbeat thudding in my ears like a drum. I can just about see his face in the dim light but the heat coming off him is hard to ignore.

Not that I want to ignore it.

My legs are shaking and I hope I can make it to the house without tripping over my own feet. Thank fuck I’m not wearing high heels.

Tom gets out of the car, strides around to the passenger door, scoops me out and proceeds to carry me to the house.

“I feel like Paula in ‘An Officer and a Gentleman’.” I giggle and he looks down at me with a smile.

“Don’t tell me, your mother used to love that film.”

I grin.

“Yep. She had a serious crush on Richard Gere.”

He chuckles.

“I thought so.”

“Well I liked it too” I sigh dreamily. “He was so hot in that film. I first watched it when I was about thirteen. Let’s just say Richard Gere was my first older man crush and leave it there.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“So I have Richard Gere to thank for your kinky older man fetish” he teases and I roll my eyes.

“Well you earned that position by yourself when you mowed the lawn shirtless and who can blame me? You have the whole neighbourhood curtain twitching and then some! I’m surprised none of the ladies came out with trays of lemonade to help you cool your sweaty brow!”

He makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a cough.

“Well…I’m flattered.”

We reach the house and I don’t know how he opens the door with me in his arms, but he does but as soon as soon as the front door closes, he puts me on the floor and we are all over each other like a rash.

Our jackets end up in a heap on the floor and my bag is thrown somewhere, I kick my shoes off and we are kissing passionately our hands all over each other frantic and desperate.

“I’ve been thinking about this all through dinner,” he mutters against my lips. “Thinking about what I’m going to do to every inch of that sexy little body of yours.”

I try and think of a witty response but I can’t.

God I’m I can barely think straight.

“Tell me.”