Just a little something….
As I continue my journey my needs change. I find myself craving more intimacy at the moment. I have not been ‘intimate’ in a couple of years. I’ve fucked my husband, but it was lacking a closeness and understanding of my desires. I want to feel that closeness and still quiver from the sound of your voice.
I think of us out at a bar, arriving together, but socializing separately. You are so charming and I love to watch the other women swoon. You are so handsome in your suit pants and dress shirt. You’ve removed your tie and unbuttoned your top button. With bourbon in hand, I can’t help but steal glances at you. You notice and flash me that boyish grin. You still make me blush. I’m assured that you are still thinking of me while flirting with them.
Tonight I’m wearing a pencil skirt with thigh high stockings and a tight sweater. My hair is down, and I’m wearing my glasses. After our smiles, I turn around to chat up the handsome young man next to me. We are exchanging the usual pleasantries and discuss our philosophies on the economic climate. He is completely boring, but good looking and fit.
I’m mid-sentence when I feel you close behind me. I smirk to myself. I feel you closer, my ass against your bulge. I feel your light touch as you gently run your fingers up my arms from my elbows to my shoulders. You brush my hair back off of one shoulder and lean your face into my ear. I feel myself reacting to your bold closeness with moisture in my panties. I feel your breath on my neck and ear. I smell the mixture of bourbon and cologne that I’ve grown to crave. You run your fingers back down my arms to my elbows. You grab my arms, pulling them together back behind me, and you calmly growl in my ear, “give me your panties, Little Girl.”
I am in a teasing mood, so with my arms pinned behind my back, and you in my ear I act as though I don’t hear you. I can feel the hardness of your cock growing against my ass as you pull me closer. “Panties, Little Girl.” This time a little louder and more forceful.
You release my arms. I say to the man I’m speaking with, “excuse me one moment.”
I remain facing him reach up my skirt, pull down my wet black lace panties. I take them down to my ankles, all while maintaining eye contact with this boring stranger. I remain fixated on him as I reach down and removed my panties completely. I stand up and fling them on one finger over my shoulder.
You grab my hips with both hands, as you pull me into you. You breath me in, as you tell me “good girl.” I can feel the wetness grow between my legs. You snatch the panties from me, and place them in your pocket, slap me on the ass, and walk away. I look down at my strangers growing pants and give him a wink. It’s going to be a fun night.