one that i haven’t already written about?
there was a date bigbad and i had, way back when, before kids. we had been staying with my parents until the end of the summer after grad school and before his job started. he was going quietly insane, poor man, but putting up with them so well. anyway, i put on this real short jean skirt and a pink top (cause he loves me in pink
) and these high-heeled chunky sandals. i knew i looked good and i knew it would drive him crazy. he took me to a movie (i can not for the life of me remember the movie we saw) and then a nice little italian restaurant for dinner. he couldn’t keep his hand off me…all through dinner his hands were on my legs, up my skirt, on my ass, in my hair, on my face. he kept telling me how sexy i was, how he couldn’t wait to get my skirt up. i’m positive our waitress noticed
and all of that, combined with the public-ness of it, made me feel wet and anxious and sexy and naughty. by the time we got back to the house, both of us were wild for a fuck. he pulled me into the back yard, behind the smoker, and i grabbed on to the bricks as he tugged down my panties, hiked up my skirt and pounded me, plain and simple. whew! it was quick and intense and i loved the power i felt, the giddiness of knowing i could make him want me so bad. i remember it so well, too i guess, ‘cause we had been stuck at my parents house all summer and just didn’t have the opportunities for flirting and fun and sex that we normally did. plus it was outside, in the kind of sticky summer heat that just screams “fuck somebody…anybody!”, where any neighbor could see or hear—and a few prolly did. :devilish:
i think you should share, too, lil!
