She was tipsy from the wine and my hands slid across her hips and down her thighs as she climbed into the cab. No panties. Fuck!I glanced down at the tent formed in my jeans and scurried around to the driver’s side, adjusting my dick down the side of my leg before climbing in. My hands on her waist had sent blood straight to my cock, as if I wasn’t hard enough from the tit grab right before.Climbing up into the driver’s seat, I noticed she was looking out the window and, as such, unable to observe my hard-on predicament. I tried to take my mind off her—an impossibility—in order to keep my pants from strangling my dick. Any sudden movements and a cock injury would be imminent.I hit the gas. We sped off down the road, and Kyrie wouldn’t even look at me. Street lights passed and disappeared into the inky night. She kept staring out the window, refusing to engage. What the fuck did I do? This girl was so hard to get a read on. One minute we were hot and heavy, a little tit action, the next it was like I didn’t exist.“You live nearby?”
