He picks me up at the train station with a single white rose in hand. The corners of my mouth reveal the crooked smile of mine that he adores, and his perfect smile replies. We embrace, and we kiss… hard. But as great as he looks in his black skinny jeans, I can’t wait to kiss his naked body until he gets goosebumps. His hands slide down my waist, and each finger spreads to grab my ass. Grasping each ass cheek tightly, he quickly pulls my body into his, and I inevitably gasp. Our kiss instantly becomes more intense than a typical greeting smooch. After my lips fall off of from his, I reach on to my tiptoes, and whisper in his ear, “I can’t wait until we’re naked.” We both smile and let out a chuckle, then lace hands with one another for the duration of our walk home.
As we approach one of the last street lights, we have about a thirty-second wait. I squeeze his hand and inch closer to him. I reach up to his ear yet again, and the warmth of my breath tells him that I want him to cum in me when we get home. His lips break into a smile as he exhales impatiently, and kisses my temple. The walking signal has turned back on, and after taking his initial guiding steps ahead, he turns back to wink at me.