While I can’t really call it a dry spell, there have been times when conflicting work schedules make it a little tricky to stay as physically intimate as Isabelle and I like to be. Because of that, Isabelle seems to take a pleasure that borders on perverse in teasing and tantalising me right as I start readying myself to go. Whether that means climbing into the shower with me, undressing in front of me as I try to get my shoes on, or loudly and provocatively masturbating while I try to head for the door, she certainly knows exactly how to make me wonder, do I need my job or a taste of her body more?
This day was hardly different. I had work, she had the day off and plans to visit a fun new restaurant with a few friends from her own job. Despite knowing we both had places to be, she had spent the better part of the morning rubbing up against me, gripping at my hips, ass, and chest. I was entirely blameless, merely doing what anyone in my position would do: nibbling at her neck and slipping the occasional hand down her shorts to cup her ass or brush against her clit.