Sitting in the Car After the Date

Wow, this night just flew by.

I had so much fun with you. I swiped on you on a dating app because I just knew we were compatible. It’s like I could feel it through the phone. It was intuitive. It was electric. Now, we’ve been sitting in the car after the date. I don’t want to leave. Your eyes are electric. It was something I couldn’t deny.

I want to sit in this car forever. Your hand is on my hand. I want you to move it closer. I am picturing your hand in other places. Maybe on my thigh. Meanwhile, I wonder when your first move will be. Maybe while we’re sitting in the car after the date. You’ve been so polite and so nice. I can see your lips twitching and your tongue licking them a little. It’s like you’re tempted to lean forward.

Are you thinking about kissing me, sitting in the car after the date?

It’s like you’re hungry for my body or my lips. As I sit here with you in the car after the date, I’m realizing how long we’ve been here. Is the car still running? Maybe you should just turn it off. I’m thinking about inviting you up, but it’s just the first date. Still, I want to spend more time with you. I don’t want to stop chatting with you. Or whatever we might do… Whatever that means.

Do you know what I mean? Am I dropping enough hints? While we are sitting in the car after the date, I’m touching my hair a lot. I just realized it. I heard that girls do that when we’re flirting with you. It’s true. At the same time, I’m giggling at things you’re saying that aren’t even funny.

Your face is so cute. I almost can’t stand it. I want to kiss your whole face. Your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, and your chin. Meanwhile, your fingers are exploring my wrist. I’m watching because I love watching your fingers do ordinary things. I’m not moving away, and I inch closer to you. I know we’re going to be passionate together someday. Just not tonight. Someday soon. I can tell by the way you’re touching me. The way you look into my eyes.

You’re paying attention while we’re sitting in the car after the date.

You’re not touching me for your own exploration. Instead, you’re touching me softly in the places that are sensitive to me. I shift in my seat, sitting in the car after the date, and turn more toward you. My shirt shifts, and I know that you can see a little more of my cleavage. I bet the view is nice.

Then, your fingers go a little higher on my wrist. It’s like little shots of electricity through my skin. Zing, zing, zing. It’s going all through my skin and into my brain. Your eyes scan my body. I realize you’re looking at me more obviously now. You want me to see. You’re not being gross, but you’re taking a minute to look while we’re sitting in the car after the date. Then you look back into my eyes.

And there it is. That longing. That hunger. I feel it too. Eventually, I say that I should get to bed. I can see a sassy comment rising in the back of your mind, but you keep it inside. Instead, it twinkles in your eyes.

Then you go for it, sitting in the car after the date. You lean in, and so do I. I feel your lips on mine for the first time, and oh my God, it’s amazing. You are so soft and sweet and welcoming. When we separate, you gently catch my lower lip before letting me go. Oh God.

A moment later, we reconnect, and your hand rests on my hip, gently exploring the length of my side. I wonder what it would feel like if we had more time, instead of sitting in the car after the date. Did I already think that? Oh God, my mind is spinning in circles already.

That’s a sign.

I should get out of here, or else I’ll never want this night to end. Reluctantly, I pry myself away from your lips. I can feel your hands asking why, but your eyes understand. Call any time. A true confessions slut like me listens whenever you call. I’ll see you later.

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