Friday I had a weekend date with my boyfriend, Jordan, of three weeks. What I mean is that I am staying over all weekend. I have been really horny, since, well, the last time we were together. Which just so happen to be, last weekend. Jordan is much different than other guys I’ve been with. He didn’t try to get in my pants the first night we went out. Even though I would have allowed him.
Tonight, we had a really good time. He took me out for dinner. Nothing extremely fancy, but nice enough to have a wine list. After we ate our meal, we had a few drinks at the bar of the restaurant, and decided not to go to the movies, like we had planned earlier. Heading back to his place was a much better idea. The thought of cozying up by the fireplace was exactly what I wanted to do.
On the way home, while he was driving, I wanted to blow him. Jordan was getting me so turned on just by running his hand up and down my leg. When we arrived at his place, I had realized I hadn’t packed anything to sleep in. No worries, though, Jordan found me something. It felt great wearing his flannel pajamas, lying on the sofa with him embracing me. I could feel his whole body pressed up against my backside.