A Little Dinner and a Show

We went out to get something to eat, it was a date only in the most loose terms. Not intended to be romantic, but rather, hey, we both have to eat so let's do it together.

The wine was fantastic but too expensive, so we each only had one glass. The talk was involved and we let our food get cold. I had never felt so comfortable and found myself revealing things - secrets - that weren't really that secret or dangerous. That's how you made me feel. I felt safe.

We went back to your place and the talking continued. You showed me the books on the case, the ones you had read and didn't want to give away, the ones that you hadn't and probably wouldn't. How were you, where did you find the time?

Time always seemed to get away from us. It was dark outside and I told you how unhappy and hard things were at home. You understood because your homelife was also rocky, in fact rockier than mine. You leaned over and kissed me, the way we had always imagined and fantasized about.

It felt good to be kissed. My hands reached around you and your skin, your back felt so firm and yet soft. I reached over and pulled up your shirt to feel your back, then your lower back.

You reached in and undid my pants and I let you. I pushed them off and you did the same for me. You took off your shirt and I kissed you again, this moment, this skin on skin endless pause before I would lean back and you would touch my tits and look down upon my pussy.

I spread my legs and let you see my inner slick crease of love and you were hard and you came closer and I let you enter me. You fucked me and it was so lovely and so quick and explosive and invisible to me because I didn't get a chance to feel it.

I didn't see it. Did you see it?

I hoped I would have another chance soon. But for now what of our late night parking?