She slid the panties off over her shoes.“You want to see how they feel wet?” she asked. “Ever felt that?”“I haven’t.”“Let me see that...hard-on,” she said.I unzipped my pants in a hurry. It was seven in the morning and we were in my car in the parking lot of an oil-change place. We were two blocks from her school. Other seniors were passing by less than twenty yards away in their uniforms, carrying book bags. And I still pulled my dick out.Cara pressed her hot, wet panties against it. She. We broke after a long intimating kiss. She pushed her hairs back.Oh god, her lovely boobs stood in front of my mouth. She held both her boobs in her hands juggled them asking me, “You like them?” I said, “Yes.” She pulled me towards them saying, “Come here, taste them,” and pushed one of them in my mouth.I could not contain my excitement and sucked them aggressively. She said, “Vinay do it slowly please, don’t bite.” She placed my hand on her other boob. I started to play with it by squeezing. " "Okay, I'll go get-" "I wasn't finished, dear," she cut me off with a condescending tone. "I want you to dig into your closet and find your sexiest heels. Something dressy and stylish. Can you handle that?" I thought of the jumbled mess of shoes and clothes at the bottom of my closet, under my bed, in the spare closet, trying to recall where I would find those black and sparkly ones I'd worn to Mitch's holiday dinner last year. I bit my lower lip. "Yes, I can. I will." "Good. And let's. My fingers were moving quickly now, I could hear the wet, frenzied sounds as they entered and exited her pussy at speed. Her fingertips were starting to dig into my shoulder, squeezing harder and harder. "Oh my god, Lizzy," she gasped, "My clit, play with my clit. Use your thumb, oh fuck!"I felt so submissive, anything she wanted she could have, all she had to do was say the words. I manoeuvred my thumb on top of her swollen clit as she instructed, pressing down and rubbing it from side to side.