This story takes place some years ago, in the first months of dating my now wife, and while it’s nothing as wild as many of the stories here it’s one of my fondest memories.
It was a warm summer night and we were planning to go for a nice dinner at one of my favorite restaurants at the time, which was also where I took her on our first date. Since it was a warm night, she was wearing a short dress, showing off her legs, which are one of her best features.
Dinner went very well and we headed to my car, since we were planning to spend the rest of the evening at my place. As soon as we got in the car, we started making out. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy, so we reluctantly stopped so that we could get home where we could pick up where we left off. It was about a 25 minute drive, which felt like an eternity.