z. a love poem to my sensual barok

her hand was on the backrest, the other on the seat. she looked to her right, straight towards the street as i moved the car forward. i extended my hand and touched the back of her left ear, the back of my index finger. i started from the top of her ear, at the back then moved my finger down. i saw her body tighten up reacting to the sensation. she did not expect i would do that. from the top, i moved my finger down as if tracing a certain nerve that was running through the back of her ear, then moved my finger towards the back of her neck. when it hit the back of her neck, she pushed her shoulder up and pulled back her head that seemed to have sent extra tingles through her body, through that nerve.

as she moved her head, she turned towards me and saw that she had her eyes closed. i was hoping that meant she is now shutting off place we were in, the van and driving through ayala avenue traffic. being in a van, being higher than cars removes the danger of passengers of cars seeing what we were doing, but that also meant a bus load of people moving by her side will have an excellent view of it all. and the bigger risk are vans or small delivery trucks who would be exactly the same height as the van we were in and means an eye to eye level of what was happening inside the van.

her eyes closed, i thought would lessen the fear and being too conscious of what we were doing. lust works best in private. although a small amount of risk being seen by others add some intensity to it. the only worry was she was a virgin, mostly inexperienced and that could be a deal breaker or a deal maker to someone like her.

my finger which started at he back of her ear, passed to the back of her neck in my mind tracing the same nerve where i started caressing it, moved down to her shoulder and lower to the side of her boob where i can trace the shape of the cup of her bra that was holding her breast. i tensed up a bit as i felt and saw her tensing up too and move my finger under her bra signalling to her it wanted to reach her nipple inside the bra. as soon as i felt her body reacting to the anticipation, i move my finger down on her breast then moved it slightly lower and returned it up to cup her breast.

i heard her moan. only to be broken my my seeing her eyes open again, look around us and when she saw that we were moving freely through ayala avenue traffic. i saw that as she was feeling more comfortable that we could not be seen from the outside. i put my hand under her bra, to cup her breast, to feel her nipples reacting to my fingers. and her lips opening. i move mu hand on her knee, held one then pushed it away from the other to spread her legs apart. i felt resistance, she wasn't sure. she told me she was worried people might see us. to make her feel better, actually more turned on, i slid my hand between her thighs, up to her crotch. she felt my hand and she opened her legs. she looked at me. she told me, why am i letting you do this? and why am i doing it?