So TW this was our first and written by both of us [MF] so the me/you switches between paragraphs…
We’re out for drinks. You’re wearing that nice black long sleeved shirt, dark jeans, I’m wearing leather skirt, bare legs, heeled boots, a fitted body of some description. It gets quite dark upstairs in the Lounge, with cosy spots. We’re talking and drinking, usual. Sitting quite close and your hand is on my knee. Slowly getting higher as the night goes on. We get closer. There are people walking by but no one notices anything out of the ordinary. Your hand traces up my thigh, only to find that I’m not wearing any panties. Your hand continues, making it’s way to my pussy. You lightly reach out with your finger and find that I’m already soaking, waiting for you…