For them, date night usually meant a couch, some booze, and Netflix. If either of them had been paying much attention to the TV they might have admitted sooner that the show sucked. Thankfully, her focus was glued to the unmistakable bulge coming from his lap. He could tell she was horny. The lingering touch on his stomach, an “accidental” lift of the shirt, the way that she made sure to stick her ass out at every opportunity. She wasn’t alone in that feeling, but he liked to make her wait when his desire for her could stand it. At any rate, he knew that around this time she’d be taking a nap. He stroked her hair as she lay her head on his lap, brushing past and over her ears. When he heard the gentle snores, he slid his hand down her side and onto her ass. She was just the right height that his fingertips could reach to her pussy. Not close enough to get much work done, but enough to apply pressure. He gently massaged her there. He could feel her warmth, and he pressed his fingers firmly against it. He loved when she wore his pajamas. It didn’t take long before his fingers were wet.