You always knew I liked your caboose.
Its those form fitting black pants of yours and your heels. That graceful walk is something I admire. I imagine your nakedness under the covers with me while I hover over your skin. I can glance my eyes towards you and I feel and erection starting. I often feel like I should not hide this from you and simply share when the growth is there.
We are out for dinner. You in an easily accessible dress and high boots. I know what you are wearing underneath because I saw you get dressed in from of me. This was right after I made you cum with my mouth. My tongue flicked your clit slowly.
We sit at the window on the deck touching each other’s legs. We can see the people walking past us to the beach, dinner or whenever. First course arrives; beet salad. Perfect we share and laugh. We are kissing and flirting, and you raise your leg over mine. I stroke your smoothness, and you know I am hard.
You reach down over my crotch knowing my cock is throbbing. A gentle squeeze doesn't help it to go down. I reciprocate finding your black panties, running my fingers over your mound.