It had been a long time since they’d first exchanged words. They knew each other, but this was the first time they’d ever been close to one another in the most literal sense of the word. They’d exchanged many things over the months since “hello”. Thoughts, sentiments, even some of their personal fantasies. There wasn’t much that hadn’t passed between the two of them. Except touch. Not until today.
She’d picked him up at the airport, shortly after lunch. He was gloriously under dressed, in a white band t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. It was barely fall, but she guessed he was cold by the way he frequently rubbed his arms. She reluctantly eyed the air conditioning, turned up as high as she could stand. Truthfully, it was hot for this time of year. Much longer, and she would begin sweating. And she didn’t want to start sweating on the ride home, before they’d even had a chance to hug…or anything else. The sensation of her panties stuck to her thigh…it wasn’t the first impression she’d looked forward to.
An idea struck her as she approached a stoplight.