A girl I dated share this to a blog of hers and I figured it is worth reposting here.
So as luck would have it, I was able to see Mr. X last night. Was it last night? It almost seems like it was a dream..
We started to drive around the boring town/city I live in, finding someplace to go. That drive was the best hour-ish I’ve ever experienced. We started with conversation, he making me smile and laugh, and his hand on my leg, inching its way up – making me unbelievably wet in the process. You see, I believe I am the definition of a nymphomaniac when it comes to Mr. X.
Anyways, on with the story. He started rubbing my clit through my jeans, and as wet as I was, he could feel it though my pants. I think he was even surprised I managed to soak through my jeans. I sure as hell wasn’t, I had been craving Mr. X more than he knew. The next thing I know, we are at a stop light and he’s asking me to take off my pants. I comply without a second thought. I didn’t even care if the car next to us could see what I was doing. Pants off, hands already rubbing my clit, making me moan, and feel so good.