My boyfriend and I spoke and planned that tonight we’d finally try our plan after talking about it for a few weeks.
I dressed up in a tight fitting black dress that clung to my body. He loved to see me in it. It went half way down my thighs and he wouldn’t let me wear panties tonight. I knew that my dress riding up or me bending over meant being exposed. He was thrilled with the idea.
He did a couple of shots before we left, which left me driving. Alcohol hits me quickly, so we waited to get to the bar before taking out the bottle and chugging it all between the two of us. All the while he couldn’t keep his hands off of me, sliding up my thighs and groping me. I returned the favor now that we were stopped and rubbed his hardening bulge. Our lips would come together and dance as the alcohol became stronger and stronger on our breath. Our tongues darting into each other’s mouths and our hands exploring our bodies got me feeling really needy and he knows I HATE waiting.