This week-end, my boyfriend and I also went on getaway to Savannah, Georgia, for my birthday celebration. Since I've recently had to move back house, our possibilities for sex have actually been reduced quite a bit, much to both of our disappointments. After a complete week of zero intimate contact (as per his command), I was wet at the very 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 skin.
Earlier that week, we had spent in a beautiful small pair of black colored, silky, lace-trimmed panties with a remote managed vibrating insert. I've always had a exhabitionist side to me, therefore the very thought of being under his control while in public made my skin tingle and my cheeks flush. I had been waiting all week to attempt them out, but a great deal to my dissatisfaction, he appeared to forget about them as we had been getting ready to go walk around the old city.
"Baby, we should possibly 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 space.
As soon as the restroom home shut, I slid the vibrating insert into the front of the panties, permitting it rest snugly in between my currently moist mouth, with the front pressing against my clit. Sliding the remote into my pocket, I did one last check of my hair and makeup products. My blond hair fell around my blue eyes, framing them in a mess of curls. My lips had been colored a soft red, a mischievous laugh dancing across them. Perfect.
"Alright babe, let's go." His voice always arrived away so smooth, and damn did he look good in that solid black colored button-up. A bulge in his jeans confirmed that I looked since good as I believed. we couldn't wait to be by his side, parading up and down River Street, understanding that my enjoyment was rather literally in his hands. we just had to wait for the perfect moment.
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. we slid my hand over my top thigh, tracing the outline of the remote.