I wrote this story with the help of magichands13 literotica member. He and I are engaged, but are currently in a long distance relationship. We wrote this together. Neither of us has submitted a story before, so we would love to hear your feedback.
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We were enjoying a nice evening at home, a lazy Sunday night that we could both just sit back and enjoy. We had all the chores done and ready for the next week to begin the next day and had just finished eating dinner on the couch enjoying each other's company. Since we had nowhere special to be, we decided to put in a movie and curl up on the couch after eating a delicious meal. My loving fiancΓ© asks me to pick out a movie. I decide to watch a cute little kids movie because I am not sure I want to watch an action film. Because he loves me so much, he smiles and says "sure hun." He sets everything up, returns to the couch and asks if I am ready. I snuggled down onto his chest and after getting comfortable with his arm around me, I said "yes." This is when the fun begins...
It doesn't take long for him to get bored, because after all, it's a lovely dovey, feel good Disney movie and what man actually enjoys watching those?? Seemingly randomly, he gives me tender kisses on the forehead and the ear. He lightly starts to trace the outline of my body with his fingers. "Ahhhh this is so nice" I think to myself. I lay there soaking up the affection he is showing me and continue to watch the movie that I know he is bored with. Some of the light touches make me shiver and shift ever so slightly, but I attempt to ignore the sensations as I am determined to watch the entire movie. That's when he starts to gently play with my neck. He begins to trail down to rub my upper chest tracing little circles and things going ever slowly lower and lower, working his way to my perfect breasts.
As he traces the various shapes and lines, I again shift, but with a little more effort this time, to let him know that I am aware of what he is doing, while trying to take a little bit of the edge off of his wandering fingers. That's when he tickles my little giggle button (my belly button) and makes me jump a little bit out of surprise. This causes me to reposition lower into his lap to be comfortable again. Next, he starts running his fingers all down my side and hip, sometimes just brushing my boob. I realize now that lying in his lap will not help save me from his roaming fingers. As his fingers roam, I continue to wiggle and shift, trying desperately to earn a minute or two of time that would allow me to gather myself and build up resistance to his lingering, barely there touch. I shoot him a glance that asks "what do you think you are doing?" and he (as innocently as possible) replies, "What?" He laughs to himself and uses a firmer touch. This type of contact makes me relax lulling me into what I know is a false sense of security. I loosen up my muscles anyways. I know that he is not going to behave and let me finish my movie...