This is a true story that happened when my wife and I were still dating. In order to protect our anonymity, I will call her Jane.
It was a Saturday night and we had the house to ourselves. Jane and I were watching television. The move "Great Balls of Fire" was on. It was that movie made about the life of Jerry Lee Lewis.
Now before we get any further, let me get the obligator descriptions out of the way. Jane has red hair, and the most beautiful green eyes. She's medium height, with long legs and DD breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and nothing underneath; she never wears underwear at home. I was also wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
We were sitting on the couch watching the movie. Jane was leaning into me, and I had my arm around her shoulder. I started to rub her bare thigh with my free hand. She has such sexy legs. My hand got further up her leg, and traveled up stomach, and up to her chest. I started to rub her right breast when she grabbed my hand.
"Stop that," she said with a giggle, "I've never seen this movie before."
I had though, several times, so I grabbed book off he coffee table and laid back on the couch. I'm a pretty tall guy (6' 2") and I barely fit on it myself, so I had my left leg bent up on the couch and my right foot on the floor.
I was reading for about 15 minutes when I felt Jane's fingers running up my leg. I didn't think much of it at first, but she kept getting higher. When her fingers moved under my pant leg, I put my book down. She turned to me and had a mischievous look in her eyes. I love that look. That look always means that she is going to do something to me that she knows I'm going to likeβ¦a lot.
She turned her head back to the movie, but her hand kept traveling upwards. Her hand stopped just below where my leg meets my crotch, and started stroking along the crease there. At this point, I was glad that I wasn't wearing any underwear, because it started to get a little tight in my pants.