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It is the feeling of standing slowly, looking down at you, eyes closed, a wicked smile on your lips, your ass fully exposed and ready.
It is the feeling of lifting you, bringing you up to me, holding you from behind and kissing your neck, whispering to you, “Are you ready to go to lunch?”
It is the feeling I get when I hear you groan and chuckle and whisper back, “You bastard.”
Lunch, part two
The top was off the Jeep and we were flying just above the speed limit, leaving downtown and your office building. You had your shades on, along with your most mischievous smile, your hair blows casually in the summer breeze.
“Where are we going?” sex chat sites asked.
“One of my favorite lunch spots,” I tell you.
We ride on until I turn into the drive-thru for Taco Bell.
You are laughing now, giggling more accurately, but saying nothing.
The sign squawks, “Would you like to try one of our specials?”
“Yes,” I tell the metal box, “I’d like your 69 Special.”
“Trane,” you giggle and backhand my shoulder.
”What?” squawks the box.
“The lady will have one big chicken burrito supreme,” I told the box, “and I’ll have a soft chicken taco, wait, two soft chicken tacos. That’s your 69 Special, right? And two big cups of water, please.”
You were sliding down in the seat video game chat the box said, “$4.52, at the window, Mr. Comedian.”
You had just stopped blushing when we pulled back into the street and headed further east with the food.
“You are a trip,” you laughed into the windshield.
Making you laugh is fun, I realized then.
I parked the Jeep at the park pavilion and we walked sex chat sites path to a picnic table under a huge oak tree. |
