I nibbled a bit at it and he let out a soft moan. "If you keep this up, I won't be able to focus on the road much longer," he said smiling at me. At that moment I realized that I had no idea where we were. We were on some dirt road in the middle of nowhere, but I was okay with it. I started kissing his neck again and my hand moved down his back. His whole body tensed up right away as I softly scratched my nails across his back. "THAT'S IT! I can't take this anymore," he yelled, shocking me a bit. He turned off the dirt road into the parking lot of a small church. I looked at him confused and he parked behind the building. There weren't any cars, but I couldn't really tell if anyone was inside. It was a friday afternoon and the windows were tinted. He started rubbing on the outside of my shorts and kissing me hard. I stopped for a second to look around and see if I could see anyone. He grabbed my face and led it back into his kiss. I was his. I no longer cared if anyone was watching I. I offered to apply some pain killing cream to which she agreed after much persuation. I told her to turn over and parted the saree to expose the waist.Starting from the mid back I progressed downward towards her buttocks along the length of her backbone. The sari clad mounds seemed tempting and as I moved my hands up and down her back, each time I advanced a bit further down pushing the loose sari each time.When it was half down her buttocks she reached out and adjusted it again but at the very next attempt I advanced both my palms deep down, all the way, she tried to move my hand away but it was too late, the rounded buttocks were in full view and she did not want to give the impression that she was feeling shy about it.All the while I had maintained conversation to distract her. Now there was no stopping, the hands were moving all over and her cries of pain were laced with love. Having massaged her waist I went to the shoulders.Turning to face her I ran my hands over her belly up.
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