Austin and I were all set to go to dinner tonight. We were going on a double-date with Vinyl Scratch and her lover, Octavia. I was getting all dressed up to meet this famous couple. I was so excited! I put on a medium-length, tight, black dress that was meant to look like a galaxy. Austin seemed to be lost in the forever swirling blackness that was my dress as he looked at the silky fabric sprinkled with white stars and highlighted with hues of dark purple and bright pink. I wanted to look extra presentable this evening, but not just for my boyfriend. Austin decided to wear a charcoal-grey, button-up shirt with slick, black pants to match the outfit I put together. It was really nothing too fancy, but his outfit wasn't complete without his beloved pair of headphones wrapped tightly around his neck. He thought he was "incomplete" without his V-Modas.
He looked just as eager as I was to go on this date. He was going to meet a world-known, incredibly talented dub-step artist. Him, being one himself, meeting his idol was like a super religious Catholic meeting God in person. I am quite the lover of classical music, so I was thrilled knowing that I could talk to Octavia about her profession as a cello player. This would be a dramatic change from the usual bass-filled conversations I have with Austin about his favorite dub-step artists.
As we hurried out the door to our car, the smile planted on Austin's face seemed to spread to me like an infectious disease. The corners of my mouth rose higher and higher as I got in my car, shut the door, and told my esteemed boyfriend to slam his foot against the gas pedal.
On our way there, Austin turned the bass-booster on high and the music to about middle volume. While this usually doesn't bug me, the vibrations the dub-step music was creating was practically shaking the entire car. The leather seats seemed to turn into a small lake rippling from the drops of rain breaking the surface tension of the small, body of water. I sat there in silence as the vibrations from the car seat penetrated through the thin fabric of my dress. With each bass-filled drop of the song, my panties became more and more soaked as the music seemed to playfully tease me. I laid my back against the seat, relaxed all of my muscles, and I enjoyed the pleasure being given to me.
After a while, I felt a soft hand start to lift up the bottom of my dress to reveal the mess I had made on the seat.. My face turned a hue of red as I opened my eyes to see Austin staring right-through my embarrassment with his big, dark-green eyes. He didn't say a word as his hand started to caress the crease in my wet, lace panties. I moaned softly.. The gentle movements of his fingers gliding up and down my clit created an extreme amount of pleasure. He stopped once my moaning got louder, and instead of continuing, he turned up the volume of the music to as high as it would go. A smile creeped across his face when he saw my eyes grow wider and wider. The car shook with the vibrations the music created, and I started to almost scream as I was filled with the immense pleasure the dub-step was pumping throughout my whole body.
Austin's hands startled me as his fast hands dove straight into my panties. He started to tease my clit again, but as I looked into the vast forest that were his eyes, they were only filled with determination and evil. He knew how to torture me...hot to make me beg for him to stop.. He did just that as his fingers began to press on my sensitive clit, making me almost shatter the tinted windows as a scream echoed through the car only to be lost in the winding maze of roads behind us. His fingers slid inside my tight cunt only making me moan louder. He went faster and faster, and before I knew it, my screams of pleasure were drowned out by the intense sound of the bass dropping coming out of the car's loud speakers.
My head hit the back of the tough, passenger seat as I tried to recuperate from the incredible orgasm that made me quiver from head-to-toe. Austin knocked on my car window as he said with a smile, "We're here!"