Tommy and Gina’s Story: One Wild Night

I remembered feeling cramped in the back seat and had to adjust my legs a few times but Gina was very still, and pensive with her thoughts as she gazed outward. I didn’t care about that skyline. I couldn’t help but stare at my tan bride. Her dress was so low cut that it came down right above her navel. You could even see the sculpted abs that Gina works so hard on. The cuts on her obliques even seemed extra dark from her tan. I couldn’t stop staring at my girl. She was really hot and I think she knew it, too. The material on her hem kept wafting upward like her hair and gave me a glimpse of her toned, tan thighs. The material on her low neckline also seemed so natural the way it rested on her perfect tits without ever really falling off. I remember thinking how I couldn’t wait to see those tan lines.

I admired her tan shoulders & the top of her back and was tempted to reach over and touch her there, but her eyes were too fixed on the skyline while her pointer finger lightly scratched at the dark wood trim of the limo door. It made a scratchy chaulk board sound, but she slowed her stroke as to reduce the noise. I just couldn’t interrupt her as she seemed deep in her thoughts.