Continued... Since we were technically at her house she had kept curfew. But neither one of us wanted her to get out of the truck. So we found the excuse of stargazing (the OG excuse lol). We start making out again. Its getting hot and heavy but mosquitos so we move it into the cab. Luckily it was a bench seat.

We continue "necking" and while our hand wander ever so much. My hand is on her leg. Then its rubbing her leg. Then Im gently gliding my fingers in the proximity of the no-go zone. I graze her pussy over her leggings. A slight involuntary moan escapes her mouth into mine as her whole body shrinks toward where I had stimulated her, like a sea anemone.

She said no petting and I agreed but I could see that look in her eyes. She was hazy with lust. Her logical thinking was starting to be overpowered by the hormones coursing thru her. We continued and I was playing near her navel. My finger slide under the waistband of her leggings and grazed the top of her panties.

Lace! She had worn sexy lingerie tonight! As if when getting dressed for our night she had wanted to get her pants off at some point but had resisted the urge all night, trying to be holy.

She stopped and gave me a half hearted rebuke and reminded me we agreed no hands down there. God I love technicalities. I said "I know but youre turning me on so much, are you turned on as much as me?"

Another sarcastic look at my obvious question since she was flush and breathing heavily, saying "duh" in english as she playfully hits me.

I said really? And drew close to her lap and started sniffing. The telltale scent of abject female arousal. She was beyond turned on, she was absolutely wet. "Hey!" She said halfheartedly but made no attempt to move or push me from my spot, a half and inch and 2 thin layers of cloth from her pussy. As I continued sniffing my nose came into contact, then my mouth and chin in passing. She was making noises I've never heard her or anyone else make. None of them protestant.

to be continued...