The trees have yet to find the colors of fall, nor has the autumn chill found its way down from the mountains, but a new season is slowly on its way and with it, many memories of falls gone by. In memory of one such fall, it shall be stated that the State Fair was underway in Nashville when the following story took place.
I was meeting Carmen, a Latin woman, whom I had worked with as an intern at Chapel Hill. We began seeing each other outside of work rather instantly and when our lives took us to vastly different places, we kept in touch.
With that bit of history done, I found myself in need of a road trip and she needed a good laugh so we made plans for the fair the first evening I was in town.
She was so adorable wearing a gray and black Jones New York cowl neck sweater with vintage jeans and a pair of black boots. It accentuated her body very well. My heart skipped a beat because she looked sexy as hell and given our past sexual exploits, there was a large degree of attraction there as well. I kissed her on the cheek and we hugged before we headed out.
From there, we drove into town. The ride was fun and wasn't boring at all. Singing badly to Lady Gaga and Pat Benetar, we chatted about sex, TV, and pretty much whatever came up.
At times, my hand would reach over from the gear shifter and rest on her thigh. I was very used to riding with my hand in the passenger seat when I wasn't changing gears, so it was a very natural act.
It had happened at least two times self-consciously and I removed my hand each time after realizing my gaff. By the third time, she told me that it was okay and that she didn't mind. Then she flashed me that smile of hers.
Her hand eventually met mine and held it. We continued to talk as if nothing was happening. We were talking about how hot Christina Hendricks was when I noticed that Carmen had become a little flustered.
Her free hand rested on her neck, gently massaging it and she cleared her throat a few times. Turns out that she liked the busty redhead from Mad Men. So much so that she regularly masturbated to her.
I thought it was delightfully delicious and exposed my self-pleasuring fantasies. Those who know me well are familiar with my infatuation with Emily Deschanel, Morena Baccarin, and Michele Rodriguez.
A few minutes into that conversation, Carmen stated that she was wet. I laughed and she didn't think I believed her. It was then that she took my hand and placed it over her jean-clad mound.
I felt the heat and could swear to every one of you that I felt the proof of her desire. I playfully tickled her knee and she retorted, I had become so caught up in playing that I had not noticed that my hand had left the steering wheel.
The bumping of the tires against the side of the road caught my attention and I quickly regained my composure and control. We laughed at our little 'mishap' and continued onward.
The fair itself was okay. We rode some of the rides, had a few good laughs at the expense of the Wal-Mart-esque fair patrons and we began horse playing in a manner not befitting our ages. Who cared? I didn't.
I gave up caring about age a long time ago. Up to this point and for the most part, Carmen and I did not play into the attraction we had for one another. We sat together on the Ferris wheel and when we got 'stuck' on the top while those below us unloaded, there was a moment of silent awkwardness behind us.
We were huddled pretty close, by the nature of the ride itself. I can not deny that I wanted to kiss her. Hell, she was an attractive girl and there was a sexual past shared between us.
She smiled and leaned into me, kissing me on the lips softly. I savored the touch and looked into her eyes before returning the favor. The kiss itself was soft, tender, and slow. No tongue. Just a simple and long exchange of lips.
When the Ferris wheel moved, we stopped kissing and I noticed that we had started holding hands during the rest of the ride. There was growing tension from that moment on until we left.
Carmen and I headed for the car and on our way out were given some cotton candy, which we playfully and teasingly fed one another. We joked and played like we were girlfriends.
Turning on the ignition, I reached for the shifter and put it in first. Carmen's hand covered mine. I looked at her, smiled and she did the same. It was a very soft and tender moment that just seemed to be leading to something else.
The ride saw us laughing and carried on, much like we had on the ride to Nashville. When we pulled up to her apartment, I turned off the car and walked her up to her building. We hugged and I began to turn and walk away. Her hand caught mine and she pulled me back.
"Please don't go," she said in a soft plea. Her dark eyes are wide and full of want.
I looked into her eyes and took her other hand in mine, expressing that I would like to stay the night. We kissed softly and she led the way to her door.
When it opened, we entered and she laid down her keys and I kicked off my chucks and she slid off her boots. There was a moment of silence that would define the evening.
I moved first. My arms reached out for her hips and I pulled her close. I kissed her, just as we had kissed on the Ferris wheel. Carmen's arms rested on mine, before sliding up their length and behind my neck. It brought us closer and our tongues began to explore.
She moaned against my tongue, and the light vibration made my clit tingle as we continued.
I could feel her heart beating against me and my nipples poked against the fabric of my bra. I desperately wanted to get naked and make love to her.
Carmen must have wanted the same thing because I felt the button loosen to my jeans and heard the zipper go down. I shook them loose down my legs and felt a hand reach underneath my panties.