It Started With The Shoes

It Started With The Shoes

He had been eyeing her for weeks, wondering if she felt the same way. As he watched from his usual corner of the bar, she looked over and met his gaze. His heart raced as they locked eyes, each of them feeling drawn to the other in an electrifying way. They simply stood there, staring at each other, enjoying the moment before finally, he walked over to her.

He could see the heat radiating off her and knew that this night was going to be special. Her curves and lips promised something more than a mere flirtation, and he was ready to find out what.

He introduced himself and she smiled, extending her hand for a handshake that lasted a few seconds longer than necessary. A tingle ran through him and he knew he had to have her.

He asked her what she was drinking and offered to buy her another. She accepted and they talked until the bar closed. When it was time to leave, her heels clicked on the sidewalk as they walked side-by-side. He asked if he could walk her to her car and she pleased.

On the way, she paused and pointed down the street, “There’s an all night diner, want to get something to eat?”

He smiled, “Sure.”

At the diner, they talked and laughed over pancakes, eggs, and bacon. It felt like he had known her forever and as the morning sun rose, they knew that something special was happening.

When they finished eating, they walked back to her car. He couldn’t help but notice the way her heels made her ass look amazing. The way her hips swayed as she walked, it was too hard to resist.

Before she could unlock her car, he pulled her close and kissed her. It was soft, gentle and passionate. He felt like he was floating away in a sea of desire and need.

His hands ran up her sides and cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly. She moaned and pressed her body against him, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

He stepped back, his eyes smoldering with desire. He took off his shoes and asked her to take off hers as well. She did as he asked and suddenly they were standing there in their socks, the heat of their excitement intensifying.

He pulled her close again and kissed her neck, his hands exploring her curves. She shivered with pleasure as his fingers found her nipples and fingered her clit. His tongue moved in circles around her navel and then up to her neck, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He moved his hands lower, pushing her skirt up, and gently spread her legs. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her moist core and quickly removed her panties. She felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that heightened her arousal.

He held her in his arms, as if he was never going to let her go, and slowly moved his fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and bounced against his hand, barely able to contain her pleasure.

His mouth found hers again and he kissed her hungrily. She felt like she was melting into him as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. His tongue explored her mouth and he sucked on her neck, making her moan uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he spun her around and bent her over the hood of the car. He pulled out his cock, hard and ready. She gasped as he entered her, pushing her up against the car.

With each thrust, the pleasure between them grew stronger, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge. He reached around her body and found her clit, making her moan louder. He moved his pace faster and faster, pushing her pleasurable sensations over the top.

The car rocked as they both came, their bodies trembling and intense pleasure washing over them. He stayed inside her, his hands caressing her body, holding her close and making her feel safe and loved.

When it was over, he smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. He grabbed his shoes and hers and handed them to her. “Let’s find a place to stay the night,” he said.

And that’s how it started. It started with the shoes.