Last night I was suffering the Monday blues and found solace where I (and so many others before me) have done previously – a lovely glass of red wine! I had been at work quite late and was tired out, so we had dinner (my boyfriend and I) and then relaxed onto the sofa with a bottle between us.
The nights are drawing in so we closed the blinds and snuggled up.
We almost immediately got frisky; I guess my touching his dick through his shorts may have started things! It looked so nice, a half erection which I’d allowed to settle after giving him a huge hard on just as he’d got back home. I’d greeted him with a full on snog and a flash of my knickers; easy to accomplish because of the handy buttons up the entire front, which I’d only buttoned the middle three or four of.
His prick swelled immediately under the cotton of the shorts as I ran my hand over it, and we kissed sensuously between sips of wine. My barely contained breasts were soon in his hands, one of the upper buttons popping undone with the strain of the F cup bra and the creamy firm tits within.