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ingly restrained, he barely touches
me. Every time I look over at him, I see his eyes fixed on me. Not
leering, no, almost caressing me. A look of both adoration and lust.
Once again, I feel school-girlish. Occasionally, his hand reaches out
and brushes the hair from my cheek, but that is all. And that is
enough. I can feel that familiar ache and my panties are starting to
get wet already. Just from the proximity.
"What are you wearing under that?", he asks. I hear the anticipation
in his voice. I tease him. I know what turns him on.
"Mmmmm. Something special. I think you'll like it." I smile and
seductively run one hand over my breast and down the length of my body.
God. I hope I don't soak right through these jeans before we get
there! I laugh at the thought.
"What's so funny?"
"If we don't get to the hotel soon, I'm going to look like I've peed
myself...". I squirm in the seat.
A self-satisfied smile appears on his face. "Ahhh, e
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