I see you in a crowded bookstore.... It isn't the way you're dressed or the fire in your eyes, but your scent as you pass by. It is sweet and at the same time there is something animal...a wanting. I try to be as discreet as possible, as I track you through the aisles. I take a position opposite you, and pretend to be looking on a lower shelf, but i'm really looking at your legs. I am instantly envious of the sheer hose pulled tight against your thighs, wanting to be there. You move closer, as if you sensed that I was there. You lean up for a book, and I think I've missed my chance, but then you do it again. I can see up your short skirt, and there are no panties to block my view. I want to reach out and touch, but I am not that bold. I can feel the bulge pressing against my pants, wanting to be free, so I move away before I get into trouble. A short while later, I am at the checkout and look to see you in front of me. You glance back over your shoulder and offer a coy smile, but then are gone. I laugh to myself as I make my way to my car; sure that most of this seduction was in my imagination. But then I spot you. You are sitting in the passenger seat of your car. Did you come with someone? I watch for a bit, but no one joins you. You seem to lean back in your seat, making yourself more comfortable. I decide to pass by and give you one last look. As I approach I hear a gasp from your open window, and realize that you are touching yourself. I am less than three feet away and freeze; both excited and awkward. After watching you for a few minutes, you pause, and unlock the driver's side door. Then your hands return to your body. I take my cue and get in. You look at me with hunger and as I come to you, you push me back. "Not yet." , you saythen one more word..."Drive." I turn the key and race for the address on your registration. As we cruise through the streets, you do such things to yourself that I am afraid I will cum before I even get a chance to touch you. We finally arrive. You sit me down and disappear. I catch my breath and look around your kitchen, typical in its homeyness. You appear in the doorway in a short, silk robe. You stand over me and open my pants. My penis flies out at you, harder and thicker than I have ever seen it. I think if I stood I might fall over from the imbalance. You straddle me, take my cock in your hand, and set it between your lips. You are so wet that it slides more than halfway in, just far enough that our mouths meet. your tongue darts out and dances across mine... My hands go to your breasts, gentle at first, but as your nipples grow hard against my calloused palms, I begin to stroke them until they are so erect...they are like sensitive diamonds in my mouth...hard, beautiful, perfect. You begin to ride me, slow at first, our mouths matching the rhythm of your grinding. My cock penetrates you so deep; its head throbs inside your most private inner places. You pubic hair rubs sweetly against mine; one full bush, damp with passion. I am so far in that the lips of your pussy kiss my balls, up...and down...and up...and down...your juices like saliva coating my sac from end to end. My hands dig into your back, holding you close, wanting to be even further inside, wishing I was bigger, but from your face I can tell that we fit together just right. I reach down and grab your cheeks and squeeze you tighter to me... My mouth settles behind your ear. I have found the scent that first attracted me. Shampoo, perfume, sweat, and your wanting...