Master conducts sensual torture on you.
I started getting hard. Sandy kept smiling at both of us, at one point leaning back against the booth, her hands on the seat, and her chest thrust ever so slightly forward. I was mesmerized.
When Micky finally regained my attention, I was red in the face with embarrassment, and Sandy was laughing, her head shaking, and her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath.
"Isn't my daughter beautiful?" Micky asked, in a half-whisper.
"She certainly is," I answered quietly. And I couldn't help adding "But it's obvious where she gets her beauty from!"
"See Mom?" Sandy exclaimed, "I told you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, Mom didn't believe me when I told her what you said in your office." Somehow, given the fact that Micky's hand was now gently stroking my thigh, stopping only millimeters away from my aching cock, I didn't think she had any trouble believing. Sandy could see quite plainly the gentle movement of her mother's arm during the course of dinner, and seemed to be very happy about it. She also seemed to be quite aroused. By the time I paid the check --after insisting that I would not allow Micky to pay it-Sandy's nipples were hard as pebbles, her face and neck were flushed, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Micky, in contrast, remained quite relaxed. I was not. I felt the way Sandy looked.
I had to adjust myself as we walked to parking lot. I noticed that Sandy was watching me and smiling. Micky just kept on talking. I held the front passenger door of my car open for her and, as she got in, she rubbed her hand slowly across my crotch, giving a gentle squeeze to my hardening cock.
"Nice," she whispered.
"Very nice," Sandy mouthed silently behind her, and smiled. I opened the rear door for Sandy and as she turned to get in she leaned forward and pressed her chest against mine. "Nice?" she asked in a whisper as her breasts pressed against me and her gorgeous deep blue eyes looked deep into mine.
"Very nice" I mouthed silently. As I walked around the back of the car, I had to adjust myself again, and this time a couple of coeds walking to a nearby car were watching. I was beyond embarrassment now, and into complete arousal.
As I sat behind the wheel and started up the car, I saw that Micky was turned toward me, with her back against the door. Her skirt was high on her thighs, which were quite open, revealing a small triangle of white lace panties. I pulled my eyes away from her crotch and saw her looking right into my eyes. She said nothing. She just smiled, and gently shook her head "yes".
"Why don't I drop Sandy off at her dorm and then take you to your hotel? It's on my way," I suggested.
"Actually," Sandy interjected from the backseat, "I'm staying with Mom at her hotel tonight. We're planning on doing some shopping together tomorrow. You can just drop us both at the hotel."
It was less than a 10 minute drive to the hotel, during which there was very little conversation. I kept stealing glances at Micky, who remained exposed. I also kept looking at Sandy in the rearview mirror. Every time I looked at her, she was smiling back at me. When we reached the hotel, I was about to pull into the main driveway when Micky suggested "Why don't you park the car and come up with us for a nightcap? I know you're driving, you can have something non-alcoholic."
I tried not to sound too eager as I accepted. "Why don't I drop you off, park the car, and meet you at your room?" I suggested.
"Sounds great," Micky replied, "room 600. See you in a few minutes!"
I knocked gently on the door of room 600.
Sandy opened the door. "Hey, that was fast! Come on in. I hope you don't mind that we started without you." She was holding a glass of what looked like scotch on the rocks.
"No, that looks pretty good to me" I replied.
"Well, I guess that means you have decided to have some fun after all," Mickey observed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I noticed you weren't doing much drinking at the bar, I was afraid you were some kind of stuffed shirt.