Huge, sparkling snowflakes poured down from the clouds signaling the start of this winter's first true snowstorm. I planned on having a silly little night-in--watching a smutty movie and letting my mind wander. Like I said, that was the plan.
A little while into the film, however, I realized the protagonist's quippy retorts to her love interest's teasing tones were a kind of flirting I was far too familiar with. Negging as a form of courtship always gets me hot and bothered and as the movie progressed, I found that more than my mind was wandering. My hands began to travel down towards my lap and I rubbed my thighs together, trying to create sweet friction. As the two main characters bantered with each other, tensions rising, I realized that I'd gotten myself worked up into a horny mess.
With a sigh of frustration and the telltale drip of wetness down my legs, I realized that tonight was not going to be the relaxing night that I was initially anticipating. I desperately needed to be touched and doing it myself was simply not going to cut it.
Although it was frigid outside, I ignored the weather and slid into my favorite little black dress, pairing it with some ultra-sheer tights that let my fresh thigh tattoo peek out. Completing the look with some combat boots, hoop earrings, and a leather jacket, I felt like a dime leaving my apartment.
Thank goodness it was only a tiny trek through the snow to my neighborhood bar as the glimmering string of rainbow fairy lights welcomed me into the warmth of my favorite establishment. I quickly scanned the room, my heart fluttering when I realized he was here. The entire reason for me braving the storm was standing right behind the bar and grinning at me from ear to ear. To be fair, I knew he would be here. There may be a blizzard going on, but it was a Friday night and as the bar manager, this was his usual shift.
Galavanting up to him I teased, "Fancy seeing you here," with a twinkle in my eye and a light blush spreading across my cheeks. Although we'd been sleeping together for quite some time, our yearning for each other never seemed to cease. When I wasn't touching him, I felt a magnetic attraction pulling me towards him and when I was touching him, I simply needed to be closer. It's like an invisible cord connects the two of us, forever drawing us together.
I reached out my hand to him and as we quickly interlocked fingers, I felt that same sense of desire that always builds up in me with him. I don't think it would matter if we touched a million times, the sense of prickling heat flooding through me never gets old. "Later, let's do this again later," I whisper in his ear.
And like that, a few hours later I was back home and he was closing the bar. While waiting for him to finish closing, I changed my outfit into something more appropriate to host an overnight guest. Next, I touched up my makeup and fluffed up my bangs to give off that intentionally disheveled look.
Not a moment too soon, I received a ping from my phone alerting me that he was at my door. I slinked downstairs in my silk pajamas and opened my front door to discover him bundled up with fat snowflakes glistening from his ginger beard. I giggled to myself and scooped up his hand in mine, leading him up my stairs as I swayed my hips side to side with each step.
As soon as we entered my dimly lit apartment, the pink glow from my sunset lamp filled the room and all felt right in the world. We stand there gazing into each other's eyes before he raises his hand to my face and brushes his thumb across my cheekbone, leaving a trail of pleasant electricity in its wake. Leaning down to me, our lips meet and burning warmth emanates from where they touch.
"I missed you," he earnestly mutters under his breath so low that it's hard for me to decipher if that's what he truly said.
He then continues to plant kisses on me, our lips interlocking as I briefly swipe my tongue along his bottom lip. A shiver runs through his body and he uses his head to nuzzle mine to the side, gaining access to my neck. His lips gradually move to the base of my right ear as he takes the lobe in his mouth and sucks. A low moan emits from my mouth and he hums in approval.
I can feel my insides start to churn as his fingertips trace the hem of my pajama shirt, pushing it up to reveal the latest addition to my lingerie collection. My two breasts swell, barely contained by the pale white bra covered in bow appliqués. As soon as he sees what lies underneath my shirt, he shudders and groans, "God you are so unbelievably hot and you always wear the most spectacular sets."
"Well you know I love a cute little outfit," I giggle.
"It's more than that, you know what those sets do to me," he sighs, "and as much as I love looking at that set on, I think I'd far prefer my view with that bra and panties off."
