"Baby, oh my god, you look so amazing."
She looked back at him, without removing her posterior from his point of view, "You think so, huh?" Her mouth turned up into a great smile.
"I do." And he slid behind her, and kissed the backside of her lips. She could feel his erection through both her dress and his pants.
"Those jeans can't feel comfortable… and, oh, by the way… will you help me out of my dress?" It turned out he would.
"Your… it…" he sounded sad, "your ass feels so good right now."
This confused Her immensely. "That's good, right?" It kind of took her out of the mood, sadly, but it was true. "What's a matter, babe?"
"We only have twenty minutes and I… I…" he was getting nervous, "I need you, Sweety."
"Twenty minutes, no problem… I'm not even horny… I can blow you quickly and we can be on our way. Damn time anyhow!" she was feeling triumphant, sexy, confident. She could take care of her man quickly and go about her day without anything in return. It was the kind of thing a strong woman should do, right?