Sitting in the airport with time to kill reliving some of my better days. This story takes place with one of my ex-girlfriends, let’s call her Sarah. Let me know if these stories are too long. I am not a huge fan of the ‘parts I, II, etc.’ but I tend to get carried away as I relive these experiences…
Sarah and I were at a party her friends were throwing and it had been a week or so since we had seen each other. We met at the party and enthusiastically kissed and said hello as we grabbed drinks and started mingling with our friends. It was clear that the sexual tension between us would need to be settled ASAP.
We were out on the patio chatting it up with a group of her friends, and Sarah was standing in front of me as I leaned up against a railing. Sarah did this wonderful thing when she was drunk and horny…while engaged in a conversation with someone else, she would place her hand behind her on the front of my pants and stroke my growing bugle. Then, without warning, she would unzip my pants and slide her small hands through my pants to grip my cock.