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After the night that Shane ate me out and left me breathless, all I could think about was getting my hands (and/or mouth) on his cock.
The next morning, I got a text from him – as promised – saying he had a fun night and would love to hang out again. It was the kind of text that left you smiling and let your imagination run all day. Unfortunately, we both ended up having a pretty busy week so there was little opportunity for us to hang out naked.
My friend – whose birthday party was postponed – sent out a message saying she rescheduled her birthday dinner for the Friday coming up, at a very casual venue (still bring-your-own-wine, of course). Because I had to work late on Friday, I didn't have time to go back home to change. I wore simple black skinny jeans and a white silk blouse. Underneath, I wore the same black lacey thong as the night Shane ate me out. I couldn't wait to get to the restaurant to see him. I also couldn't wait to get that thong nice and wet again.