The opportunity pops up at the last minute for us to have a night out together. It’s a Monday night, most places for dinner are closed and a hotel isn’t really affordable at the moment.
After some hurried messages back and forth, we end up with kebabs and a drive to look at the stars. A nice casual night out, so no need to get dressed up.
“I’m here”
“On my way down”
You’ve wearing a simple shirt, comfy pants and slip on shoes. T-shirt, shorts and thongs for me. It’s a warm night out so no need for additional layers.
We head towards the local kebab joint, there’s a little bit of sexual tension in the air, but we may not get to do anything about it tonight. The time together is nice nonetheless.
Whilst we wait for our food, we cuddle, I steal a kiss, and sneak my hand from your lower back to your ass. I couldn’t feel any underwear. I figure you must have a lacey g-string on.
Dinner is ready, we eat, talk, awkwardly flirt with each other. Still getting the hang of doing that outside of a messaging app.