This week-end, my boyfriend and I went on holiday to Savannah, Georgia, for my birthday celebration. Since I've recently had to go back home, our possibilities for sex have actually been reduced rather a bit, much to both of our disappointments. After a complete week of zero sexual contact (as per his command), we was wet at the really touch of his hand near my thigh. We were wanting each other's touch; we were hungry for the feel of each other, limbs intertwined, teeth and nails across epidermis.
Earlier that week, we had invested in a lovely small set of black, silky, lace-trimmed panties with a remote controlled vibrating insert. I've constantly had a exhabitionist side to me personally, therefore the extremely thought of being under his control while in public made my epidermis tingle and my cheeks flush. we had been waiting all week to try them out, but much to my frustration, he appeared to forget about them as we were getting prepared to go walk around the old city.
"Baby, we should probably head out quickly. Require to pee very first or anything? I'm not sure how easy it'll be to find a restroom down there."
"Good point. Allow me to get real fast then we'll head out babe," he replied before leaving the room.
As soon as the bathroom door shut, I slid the vibrating place into the front of the panties, permitting it sleep snugly in between my currently moist lips, with the front pressing against my clitoris. Sliding the remote into my pocket, we did one final check of my hair and makeup products. My blonde locks dropped around my blue eyes, framing them in a mess of curls. My lips were colored a soft red, a mischievous look dancing across them. Perfect.
"Alright babe, let's go." His voice constantly emerged out so smooth, and damn did he look great in that solid black colored button-up. A bulge in his jeans verified that I looked because great as we believed. we couldn't wait to be by his side, parading up and down River Street, understanding that my pleasure was quite literally in his fingers. I just had to wait for the perfect minute.
We rode through the streets, music playing as well as the street lights illuminating the curves of his forearm muscles as they flexed somewhat while he drove. He had been a "car guy," and for some unexplained reason, watching him drive, so in his element, pushes me crazy.