My wife and I got a steal on a hotel room in the city. She had a new dress that was mid-thigh and flowy . Really cute/sexy. We checked in and went for dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary. We touched, kissed, and chatted but all pretty common. Some cool new places for dinner and after dinner drinks. So not a routine night.
By the time our Lyft picked us up to go back to the hotel we were tipsy and a bit handsy. I was rubbing her pussy through crotchless panties (nice surprise) in the back seat of the Lyft. She was using her nails on the underside of my cock through my stretch jeans. Felt amazing.
She’s 5’11 (think Liz Phair) and I’m 5’8’ (think Johnny Depp’s not so hot brother) – not story book stats but we have a connection. Doesn’t seem to matter. I’m the rock star and she’s the super model. Not true but a reasonable analogy. So it easy for me to finger her while we make out sloppy in the car. Hearts beating. Full of lust.