Her work wasn't far from her house but I offered her a ride which she accepted. As I began to drive away from her work, she put her hand on my should...r and asked "Can we go somewhere and relax for a minute?". I was a bit surprised as I know her father kept very close tabs on his daughter's whereabouts. "Are you sure that's ok with your father? I suspect he wants you home immediately after work" I commented. "He does but I need some me time" she quickly retorted. "Do you want me to bring. My hands wander a bit, rubbing your breasts and back. I know that a father should not be playing with his daughter’s tits. We are still chatting away, I am not being too pushy, but being a bit more than friendly, loving your nipples harden as we chat about everything.We both feel the sexual tension, but no one is in a rush. We have played this gave a few times before, we both know how it ends. My cock is swollen, and puffy, but not stiff. We talk and we are comfy, then I say something funny,. I moved lasciviously my bottom and my hip in the slow rhythm of the music. Due to the missing underwear under my mini skirt my sheath felt completely unprotected at that moment. If the light fabric of my mini-folded skirt would not only seductively play around the upper half of my thighs through my dance, but would also get caught on the stranger's clothes and slip up, everyone would be able to see my naked, depilated scabbard. The thought of it caused me great stress and a feeling of pressure. "I like you too, Sara. You're perfect in every way, and I can't tell you the number of times when I would dream of being your boyfriend." You don't have to dream anymore. You can have me in reality if you want me."I leaned down and kissed her full lips, my body immersed in passion and joy. She held on to the back of my neck, keeping my lips on hers."Come home with me," she said."No, I should be getting home myself. I need to-"She kissed me again, interrupting me.I broke off, saying, "I really.