Her hands flowed gracefully down her side, and she lifted her short denim skirt teasingly, giving just a flash of her black thong before pulling it do...n again.Still moving to the beat, her hands crossed in front of her belly, drawing my eyes to her flat, toned stomach, to her milky white skin. As I admired her tiny navel, her hands dropped again, to her belt this time.I glanced up at her face as I heard the click of the buckle. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she was smiling, watching me. " Can I go home?" No. We'd lose her. Who knows what information we might miss out on?" Yeah. Who knows?" Besides, unless I sit out here hour after boring hour, how am I going to be able to accurately describe what it's like to stake somebody out, to follow them? How else can I find the few moments that might be worth writing about except to experience it? How else could I realize I should have brought a bottle of water than recognize I'm so thirsty it hurts? It might never have occurred to me. "Take it in your mouth, Tanya."I took him into my mouth. He cried out, "Mind your teeth."I didn't know what to do, and he pulled me up off his penis.He stood up and pulled off his pants and shoes the rest of the way, and he picked me up and carried me into his room.He sort of tossed me onto his bed. It was disheveled and smelled of him, mostly of his sweat. He is a guy and you know how they are when they live alone. But I found that smell heavenly, intoxicating, and instantly addictive.He got a. We got to his house about an hour later even though he was about a quarter mile down the road; he was pulling my car gently to avoid any accidents.I unhooked my car and he parked his truck in the garage and told me to follow him into the house. I brought my bag in with my clothes so I had something to sleep in since I wasn’t wearing any underwear today. I went into the bathroom and as he offered to let me shower, I took him up on the offer not thinking anything of it at the time. When I.