EroticReverie

Kash

I was taking Tatum out tonight, and she insisted that I drive wherever it is we go, and asked me what car we'd be taking. I let her pick. She's picked the red Lexus LC Convertible, and when she walked downstairs after primping and fussing I knew why. 

Tatum was far more gorgeous than any woman had a right to be, and the body she had was fucking ridiculous. 

Her legs shined, obviously freshly shaved and oiled up, glistening all the way to her mid thigh. Where the hem of her dress rested. She was wearing a bright cherry red dress, with straps so thin I could probably rip them with my teeth. It fit her chest and waist and those hips, the left, had a slit on the side that bared even more of her fucking legs. 

"You're fuckin killing me." I say as I grab her hand to help her off the last steps in heels that have me wondering how the fuck women do it, walking in those fucking things. 

"You're welcome." she says and I go in to kiss her and she pulls back.

"Kash, you'll ruin my lip stick." she teases. 

"Plus I dont kiss on a first date." she says and bats her eyes. 

I cock my brow. She grins and licks her shiny red lips and my dick fucking jumps in my pants.

Tatum had told me she wanted me to take her on a date. Not just any date, she wanted to do exactly what I did on the very first date I had. I told her she'd have to settle for the third date. Because my first date was at fast food place that no longer existed, and my second date was at the girls house. My third date though...was a highschool Sadie Hawkins dance. So, I was taking Tatum fucking dancing. 

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I took her to some club that I'd had my secretary look into , to find what people her fucking age liked now, where the fucking hot spot was I guess. 

I make sure that she takes care of putting my name on the fucking list, and getting me and Tatum a private VIP section, because I honestly couldnt fucking stand crowds of people. Not when they were packed like they were in the bars and night clubs. 

Tatum's heels click on the sidewalk as I have valet park my car, and she turns, slinging her tiny purse with it's gold chain strap over her shoulder and then reaches out and opens and closes her hand to take mine as she smiles. 

I could give two shits about going out anymore. I preferred stay at home. And lately, I preferred doing so with Tatum. But I also knew, she was bored a lot. And even though she was a pain in my ass, she hardly really ever complained about us not doing much else than staying home. 

I crack my neck and groan as I watch all the people look at us. Suddenly I find myself insecure for the first fucking time ever when I see the young men, my sons age, looking Tatum up and down as she walks along with me and holds her hand on my arm. 

"You're tense." she says quietly. 

"Kash, we don't have to go in" she says and I shake my head. 

"No, we're going in" I say and slip my hand behind her back. 

As soon as we're in, I cant hear a fucking thing, and Tatum grabs my hand and takes me through the mass of people to the center and then spins and smiles. Worth it I think to myself as her perfect teeth bite down on her lower lip as she starts to dance, putting her hands on me. 

I wasn't a real good dancer, my specialty was slow songs. Where you just moved around in a circle really slowly and tried not to cop a feel of the girls ass for the teachers to see. 

"Dance with me" she yells over the music and presses against me and wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her one knee between my leg and lifts her brows suggestively as she starts to grind on my leg as she dances. My hand going down over the back of her dress, and grabbing her ass, feeling her dress rise as she moves and then, she turns and leans back against me, and grabs my hands and places them on her hips as she pushes her ass back and moves her hips side to side, her hands lifting up and behind her as she reaches behind my head and leans back slightly, arching herself as she then rubs her ass good and hard on my cock through my pants as she dances. 

My hands grip her waist and I pull her back harder and look at the way the other guys move with the women and do my fucking best and let myself dance behind her, moving my hips with hers, as well as pushing them forward , to of course, rub my dick on her hot round ass. 

I dance with her for two songs, and then she's pulling me off the dance floor and telling me she needs a drink.

"Let's go to the VIP booth." I say and she nods and I follow her as she leads me seeming to already know where the VIP section is, towards the back, little circular booths with tables. I give my name to the guy manning the area and he nods and gestures to the center booth, which is larger and more lavish than the others. 

A bottle girl brings us champagne immediately and I pour a glass for Tatum. I watch as she stands back up and pulls down her dress at the bottom, adjusting it,  and then dances as if nobody is fucking watching her, when I know damn well every set of eyes near this booth is on her. 

She's mouthing the words to whatever fucking song is playing, pointing at me as she sings with her champagne glass in hand and I just watch her and smile. 

This I could handle. I could handle having space, and just fucking watching her. 

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Tatum's polished off almost the entire bottle of champagne and is sitting beside me, her legs draped over my lap , my hand stroking her leg, slipping up and down, playing with the straps at her ankles, tracing the straps that wrap around them as she keeps drinking, and I just watch her as she tips her glass back, her mouth yelling more lyrics that I've never heard and smiling at me.

She moves, sitting up and puts her glass down on table and then stands when another song comes on.

"Jesus" I laugh when she bends over hands on her knees in front of me and I watch her ass pop, or I guess what they call twerking now. I watch as she lifts one cheek and then the other to the music and then bounces them both and pushes back into my lap as I spread my legs, grinning. 

My hands on her hips as I lift my own and she looks over her shoulder at me and grins as she keeps moving her ass in a circle on my lap and then bounces it again and I groan. Then she turns and lifts one leg and my nostrils flare as she places her heel to the couch beside me and places her hands on my shoulder and I can see her whole fucking world up her dress, a hot little red pair of panties keeping her pussy from my view. 

I reach to her leg thats lifted, slipping my hand along her inner thigh, and push my finger around her panties and slide it inside her, her eyes widening and I grin, and she pushes my hand out from her legs and then straddles me and I know her dress isnt covering her fucking ass as I grab it and pull her onto my lap. 

I lean into her hair. 

"You need to get fucked." I say into her ear and and she nods and then is decorating my mouth and face with her lipstick as she kisses me and rolls her hips in my lap.

"You ready to go?" I yell over the music and she nods, mauling me, grabbing my hair and breathing hard and heavy on my neck and she bites it making me groan and I stand, straightening her dress, people watching us as we leave. 

Out on the sidewalk I don't stop her from continuing the assault on my mouth and body as her hands go fucking everywhere, grabbing my ass, rubbing on my dick and pulling on my shirt, pulling on my hair as she kisses me moaning obscenely about how she wants my cock for anyone outside to hear. 

The valet man even blushes as I help Tatum into the car and she's not drunk, but on the edge of tipsy veering into drunk. 

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"You're so fucking hot" she says, reaching over, with her seatbelt restricting her and she whimpers.

"Pull over so I can touch you" she whines. 

"We'll be home soon" I say and she groans. 

"Pull over!" She whines. I laugh. 

"Alright fine." I say and then pull into a fucking parking lot with closed shops and Tatum unbuckles her seat belt. 

"Put the top down and turn on the music." she says and I cock my brow, putting the top of the convertible down as she flicks the stations on the XM radio and yelps when she stops on AC/DC Shook Me All Night Long.

"Customers fucking loved when we danced to this song." she says and I grin.

"Yeah?" I ask and she nods and then opens her door and gets out.

"Tatum, what are you doing?" I laugh and she points at me.

"Stay there!" she says and then I watch her as she takes her hair down and then shakes it. 

"Tate, get in the car babe" I say with a laugh. 

"Nope!" she says and then is placing her hands on the side of the car, and swinging her hair like an 80's head banger and throwing it back and I wonder how she doesnt topple over with all the champagne she drank. 

"Tate baby, come on" I laugh as she shakes her head and walks, strutting along the car and going to the front of the car and point sat me as she runs her other hand down the front over herself , bending her head forward and then flipping it back again as she places her hands on the hood of the car and shakes her shoulders, and I laugh as she winks at me and the song fades out.

"Turn it back! Rewind!" she yells. 

"It's the radio Tate" I laugh, and then Blondie's Call Me starts playing and she keeps dancing and singing along and then I just watch and shake my head as she start to tease with her dress, pulling on the hem and lifting it as she dances, turning and looking over her shoulder as the headlights shine on her and she lifts her dress, showing me her ass, that red thong wedged between her hot tight ass. 

"Tate!" I call for her, laughing , because she was gonna land her ass in the drunk tank, not that I couldn't pay off the cops to let it slide. 

"Tate!"I laugh as she crosses her arms and lifts her dress up and off with her back to me, crosses one arm over her tits and swings her dress in the air. 

I just shake my head at her as she throws the dress over the car and at me and then drops her arm and then lifts them both as she just dances around naked save for her thong and heels. A few car horns honk from off the main road.

"Get your ass in the car!" I yell at her still with a stupid fucking grin on my face.

"You love when I strip for you!" she yells back and then starts crawling on the hood of the convertible.

And let me tell you, she was gonna scratch the fucking paint, but I couldnt fucking care any less than I did watching her perfect tits hang as she moved one knee at a time and crawled right up to the wind shield and pressed her tits to it, and licked the glass.

"Jesus" I groan and she winks at me, and then has her knees where the windshield meets the cars hood, her hand on the top of the windshield, leaning over as she slides her hand down her stomach and into panties.

I turn down the music. 

"Get in the car Tate" I groan as I rub my aching cock. 

"Take it out Kash" she says, her hair blowing around her in the warm air as she masturbates on the hood of my fucking car with zero fucking shame in a parking lot of a main road. 

"God damnit" I groan and unzip my pants and she bites her lip and looks at it, my cock in my hand as I stroke. 

"This what you fucking want?" I ask and she nods and grins. 

"Get off the fucking car and fuck me Tatum, now."