His fingers slipped over the lips of Diane’s pussy and was pleased to find them wet with anticipation. She shuddered as his finger explored her lips, teasing her.
Just as his fingers brushed against her clit they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He withsrew his fingers from her panties, smiled and said, “well it looks like we’re here.” He pulled into an open space and looked at Diane for the first time since they had gotten in the car. She was panting, gulping for air, her pupils dilated; she was completely aroused. Michael wanted to take her right on the spot, but he had no intention of letting this turn into a quick lunch time affair that she would regret tomorrow. He was in this for the long haul.