It’s a quiet night at home, just the two of us. We decide to put on a movie neither of us has seen the ending of. We’re all ready; popcorn is made, comfy clothes on, lights off, movie playing. I’m laying on the couch, you in little spoon position next to me.
We’ve both heard good things about this movie. Didn’t it win a few awards? You check that out on your phone as I bring a hand to rest on your hip.
I’m watching the movie, but my hand slides down to your ass and gives you a nice squeeze. My hand rests there a moment, holding a nice handful of your ass, before returning to your hip and sliding along to rest on your tummy. You smirk but only comment about the movie’s awards and one of the actors from another series.
After a while, you tell me it’s rude to rest a hand on a girl’s stomach and it has to move. Sliding it up and along your body, over your breasts, my fingertips tease you as I wrap my arms around you tightly. You’re wearing a comfy baggy shirt of mine you’ve claimed as your own. You look better in it anyways. Even through the shirt, my fingers find your nipple easily and tease it for just a second before my hand continues to your shoulder.