It all started with a lot of build up and anticipation before a dinner date with a male partner. We had plans to get dinner out and we were both killing each other pre-date, building it all up so when we saw each other we wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. I drove to meet him at his place beforehand and we could barely hold ourselves together when I arrived. We quickly fucked in the back of my car before heading to dinner, that’s how badly we needed each other. Once we got our clothes back on, feeling some relief, we walked over to the dinner spot.
The night continued to be spicy from there on out. We sat down for dinner, sitting across the table, and our eyes were continually undressing each other. We got through dinner and all I had on my mind the whole time was his perfect cock and needing more of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it was fucking in the back of my car and wanted more of him. We started the walk back to his place where my car was and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I was running my hands along his cut lines under his shirt, moving up and down his toned chest, making my way down to the top of his pants, slowly moving my fingers along his waist, and teasing him by touching his cock while we were walking. I continued this for a few blocks and he moaned as I moved my hands along him, looking at me with a need for me to touch more of him.