You come running out to meet me at the gate as I pull up. It’s Friday at noon, at last! And we have a very busy day ahead. You get in the front next to me, and we head out. I pull right into the closed neighborhood a block up the road, and pull over. I reach over to hug you, and pull you in for a kiss. We kiss, slow at first, then building in pitch until we have both spent the built up passion of the week apart. The kiss ends as it started, slow, soft, and still wonderful. “Hi,” I whisper as our mouths separate, foreheads leaning into each other. You smile. “Hi.”
As we pull out again, you turn to lean back on me as I drive, finding our most comfortable position in the front seat. “Are you ready for this?” I ask. You look up at me, smile again, and nod enthusiastically. You pull your skirt up to free your legs, bringing them up onto the seat in front of you, and turning your body into mine, as I squeeze you in a tight hug. I reach behind my seat and pull out a small, pink egg-shape, with a long tail. You see it coming, and your legs part, nearly involuntarily. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I am SO wet already!”