These Boots Were Made for Phonesex prt. 3

So when we got to the car I unlocked the door and bent over and stretched across the seat to set my shoes in the floor and turned to look over my shoulder, Greg was standing between the open door and the side of the car sort of boxing me in, with his eyes watching the rising hem of my skirt as it flirted with the curve of my ass cheeks.   I felt that little wicked one on my shoulder whisper in my ear, urging me to have a little fun. So I pushed backwards and slid the full soft roundness of my butt against his swollen bulge.  I heard him groan. I smiled and told him how much I loved my boots and how I thought he deserved something for being such a nice man. He rocked his hips forward and I felt the long hard shaft of his cock press against my ass. 

I laughed, “uh not that nice” I said and turned to sit on the seat and lifted my foot to take off my pretty new boots giving him a flash of my soft silky baby blue panties. I could see the look of curiosity on his face when I leaned back and rubbed the soft sole of my socked foot up over his straining cock. It wasn’t long before he had my foot cradled against his crotch and the other was teasing his lips, yes right there in the parking lot of the mall shielded only by my car door. .

Whitney

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