I get out of the shower and quickly towel myself off. Looking in the mirror, I know I should shave as I have the beginnings of a light beard forming; but per usual, I opt not to.
I open the bathroom door and head down the hall to my bedroom.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"It's almost 5." You reply.
"Are you almost ready? We're running a bit late"
"Yep, I just need to get dressed, so by the time you're ready, I'll be good to go."
As I look at you, I'm just now realizing that in my rush, knowing we were running late, I hadn't even caught a glimpse of you as I entered the room. You were obviously just finishing blow-drying your hair and, standing right next to the full length mirror, are now applying a bit of face lotion.
While from the neck up, you're just about ready to go—you almost never wear, or need any makeup--from the neck down you're entirely naked. With your back to me I see your wonderful ass; just the right shape, and with the perfect amount of meat to grab onto!
Looking into your reflection I'm mesmerized by your impeccable breasts. While not particularly large, B cups, they are without a doubt my ideal breasts. Flawlessly symmetrical and providing the perfectly full handful, I couldn't ask for anything more as far as size and shape. And your nipples! Not too big, and not too small. I just love the look and feel of your hard nipples as I touch and kiss them.
My gaze drifting down I find your beautiful freshly shaven pussy. I'm immediately taken back to the night before and spending nearly an hour going down on you before having that incredible "first time in a long time" sex.
Being long distance, that first night we spend together after weeks apart always provides some of the best sex we have. Last night was no exception—neither was this morning —and I just can't get enough of you.
I'm not sure if I actually emitted a growl of some kind, but I know it happened in my head. Having already thrown my towel on the bed, I come up to you from behind wrapping my arms around you. My hands start at your hips, and move forward to your hip bones as I pull you against me. You can feel my naked erection press up against your ass.
"Mmmmmm. Are we so late that we can't quickly replicate last night?" I ask. I lean down and kiss your shoulder moving in towards your neck. You turn your head to give me better access and reach your hand up to run your fingers through my hair.
"Yes! We are. You're the one who always insists that we be on time."
"I know I know. I'm only half kidding. I just really can't get enough of you. When I see you like that, I can't really help myself." As I say that, I feel you push your ass up against my hard cock just the slightest bit.
"Well, this isn't one sided mister, but we don't have to wait too long. You've had me twice in the less than 18 hours. We can wait a few hours before we make it a third. We'll be back from your Aunt and Uncle's later tonight and I'll make it worth your wait, I promise." You say with a bit of a devilish grin as you turn to face me, wrapping your arms around my neck, and kiss me with just the right amount of tongue.
"I know. You always do!"
You go to your suitcase and start pulling out your outfit for the night. I open my closet and opt for a nice pair of dress pants and a tight blue v-neck sweater. As I pull the sweater over my head and turn around, I see what you've decided on.
"Seriously, you expect me to be able to not pounce on you with you wearing that? You know what you do to me in skirts!" I exclaim. You're wearing a relatively flowy skirt with a light, purple sweater.
"Oh shut up. You'll survive!" You retort.
Already running late, we grab our things and head out the door to make the hour and a half drive to my Aunt and Uncle's for a holiday party.
Walking into the house we're greeted by a portion of my large family, as well as some family from my Aunt and Uncle's other side. In total there are probably 25-30 people in the house.
"Jess! It's so great to see you!"
"I'm so happy you could make it home!"
"Jess! You look so great!"
I can't help but laugh to myself and think you don't need to tell me!
"Come in and sit down. Can I get you two a drink?"
"Thanks, I can't, I've got to drive home but I'm sure Jess will have a glass of wine." I answer. After getting your glass of wine, we go take a seat at the kitchen table with some others. The long kitchen table is situated in such a way that it is almost like a booth. It is tucked away in the corner so that the length of the table, as well as one end, are against the wall. With only a few seats remaining, we take seats at the end of the table. You take the seat at the head of table against the short wall, while I take the one next to you, the first seat along the length of the table against the other wall.
Now I'm the type of person that needs and wants constant physical contact. I don't know what it is, perhaps I'm just a very affectionate person, but I just can't simply sit next to you without touching you. I have to be touching you in some form or another. Whether it's holding your hand, gently rubbing your back, or just placing my hand on your knee, the physical contact is comforting to me.
As a result, I scoot my chair closer to you so that I'm almost right over the corner of the table. I'm just as much on your side, the end of the table, as I am on my side, the length of the table. I'm happy to see that you also scoot towards me just a bit, so our chairs are maybe an inch apart. I place my hand on your knee which is crossed over your leg. I immediately feel you place your hand over top of mine; our regular arrangement.
The night proceeds as I'm sure most family gatherings do, with everyone catching up on each other's lives and sharing laughs. It's not long into the night when you find your glass empty. Fortunately, my cousin happens to be coming around with a bottle of wine offering refills. You gladly give him your glass to be refilled, when I'm asked if I would like some.
"No thank you, I'm driving." I reply.
"You can have ONE glass. We're going to be here for a few hours." You tell me.
"Yea, alright, you're right. I'll have a glass. Thanks." You've convinced me.
My cousin quickly grabs a wine glass from the cabinet and pours me a glass. You turn to me, placing your free hand on my forearm and give me that smile you have in which you convey to me you're the best without any words, and kiss me on the cheek.
As we drink our wine and enjoy the conversation, I subconsciously start massaging and tickling your hand and fingers with my own. I gently touch your palm with my fingers and spread them out across your palm and down the length of your fingers and back. After some time, you start doing the same to mine. We alternate; my fingers caressing your hand, and then yours caressing mine. It's as if our hands are making love.
With our position at the table, being against the wall, and the tablecloth, nobody is able to see anything below our stomachs. So barring any exaggerated movements with my upper arm, no one would be able to see what I was doing with my hands.
Removing my hand from yours, I place my hand back on your knee and start gently rubbing and tickling. I subtly move from your knee to your thigh trailing a line up the outside of your leg, midway up your thigh. I turn to take a look at you and see your gorgeous smile as you smile and talk with my Uncle on the other end of the table. I quickly look down your body, and take in how sexy you look. It's the skirt! There's something about you in a skirt that just turns me on. It must be the thought of easy access.
I turn my attention back to the table, well at least my gaze is back to the rest of the table. My attention is really on my hand and your sexy legs. I trail my hand back down your thigh, then up and across your knee, and down the inside of your calf. Again, I can only move so far while maintaining my discreteness.
I repeat this for several minutes; trailing lines up your thigh, across your knee, and down your calf. Frankly, I don't know why I do this to myself, because all I'm serving to do is get myself worked up when we are in no position to do anything about it.
Having realized the torment I'm putting myself through, I lean towards you, and you lean in turning your head to hear what I have to say.
"I hope what you said earlier is true and this wait is worth it, because I'm struggling over here." I whisper. I quickly kiss you on the cheek. "I love you". I add, and turn my attention back to the table.
My hand resumes its trek of exploring your legs under the secrecy of the table. At a certain point, I'm no longer content with just touching your legs, and I decide I'm going to push the boundaries a little bit!
I begin to tickle up your thigh, but this time I'm moving up the inside of your leg which is crossed over your other leg. Additionally, I pull your skirt up ever so slightly, so I can touch your bare leg.
The path of my fingers moves all up and down your leg, now continuing up your skirt ever so slightly, as I tease the inside of your thigh. On my way back down your leg I shove my hand between where your legs are crossed, urging you to uncross them to give me more access.
You oblige without any hesitation, and your knees are now just slightly apart. I immediately begin reaching, tickling, and teasing my way up the inside of each thigh, returning back to your knee, and then proceeding inside on the other leg. I'm now sporting a full fledged hard on as the idea of such intimate contact with you under the secrecy of a table, and a tablecloth is enthralling to me. Apparently, you're enjoying it as well!
At one point, you place your hand on my forearm and caress me gently, showing your approval. Then, to my delight, you shift down in your chair slightly and spread your legs even more, as you also scoot the chair further under the table. Perfect! This subtle change in position now allows me to reach further up your skirt while maintaining our discreteness.
