“Don’t you want to know what my idea is before you say you’re in?” Kelly said, reaching her hands down my pants from behind. Her placed her hands on my package and massaged it gently. “I heard all I needed to hear,” I said, turning around to face her. I was growing hard and she felt it poking against her. “Oh what is that?” she teased, pressing her body more tightly to mine to create more friction on my growing cock. “It’s for you,” I said, leaning down for a kiss. “Not yet,” she pulled back. “Let’s have dinner first.”
I plated up our food—nothing fancy, just some chicken breasts, green beans and wild rice. She and I both ate healthy and it was a nice quality to have in a partner—in the past I’d felt like I was always trying to impart my good habits on my girlfriends and it never went so well. She was sitting at the table browsing her phone when I brought the food over. “Thank you for this,” she said, picking up her fork and beginning to eat immediately. I sat across from her and began eating. After a just a few bites I felt Kelly’s feet between my legs in my chair. She liked to put her feet between my legs and gently tease my junk with her feet. She’d done it a handful of times before and I liked it; it seemed like a sexier version of rubbing your boyfriends back when you walk by him.