certain sex appeal which was further heightened by her knowledge of what his fingers could achieve. Too bad, she might never get the chance to ride on his cock, not to consider marrying him. After this week, it was going to be less of Milly, more of husband hunting.
George could feel her stare from behind, he knew it was her. Nobody else held such powers in their eyes. They would have to steer through dinner, with no mention of their last encounter.
“Sorry, Jennifer. You’re stuck on me. Mom has already eaten ," George turned around and explained before Jennifer could utter a word.
“How did he k now she was right behind him?" Jennifer pondered. It was probably her perfume she concluded. Why did Milly have to be such a schemer? Throwing her to her die-hard bachelor son. “I’ll eat upstairs then,” Jennifer calmly informed George.
“My mom wouldn’t like that. Besides, you went through the pain of getting all dressed for a fancy dinner ,” George retorted.
So, he had noticed her dress already. Good thing but she had to set him straight, “Getting dressed up is never a pain, I’ll tell Milly I opted to eating inside.” With that she clicked her heels and got ready to march back upstairs.
He should be glad she had opted out but somehow he found himself wanting dinner with her. “It’s just Dinner , Jennifer, I promise not to make you cum with my fingers,” he said with a boyish grin spread across his face.
He certainly had guts to think she was running away from him. His fingers had magical abilities didn’t mean she was willing to throw herself at him again. Dinner it would be. “Fine, let’s go ,” Jennifer replied her eyes glinting with challenge.
The restaurant was a typical upper class spot, designed to cater for the extremely wealthy and powerful. Nothing new to either Jennifer or George. They placed their order and settled down to enjoy a little French wine before their food arrived.
It was certainly something in the drink, Jennifer thought. Just a few minutes of sitting across him with both of them enjoying their individual thoughts had gotten her so horny she could feel her nipples harden. Stretching her feet under the table, Jennifer rubbed her ankle against his thigh. It was an unladylike thing to do in public but Jennifer couldn’t help herself.
The first touch of her ankle brushing against him through his cotton pants drove George out of his reverie. His cock responded instantly. Fucking Jennifer was certainly the cure he needed for his unusually high libido. If she wanted to play, he would play.
The glint in his eyes said it all. Quietly, they dropped the wine and headed out. Good thing he had a chauffeur at hand. Reaching the door seemed to take ages. Waiting for the chauffer to turn the car around took centuries. The duo mustered every will power to act normal. Immediately they slid into the back seat of the limousine. All flames were allowed to blaze.
There was nothing dignified about their locking of lips, it was purely sensual even felt primitive. This time Jennifer didn’t kiss like a girl. She returned his kiss with as much passion and vigour as he delivered them. She could feel his hands slide under her dress. Oh magical hands. She moved even closer, wallowing in his touch.
Her skin was smoother than the finest of kiss. The wench did kiss like a hungry young cub. He was going to totally satisfy himself and her tonight. It was time to say goodbye to ceaseless hard on. Damn, he never kept condoms in the car. He badly wanted to take her and not pleasure her with his finger. The finger would have to do for now.
Jennifer could feel his finger invade her body. It was the middle finger. He slid it in gently and thrust in and out a little before introducing the second finger. The thrust of his fingers felt divine. Her body totally loved this kind of invasion; she saw different shades of light all at once. It was like the invasion of the hinterlands by missionaries.
George was