"Hello?" I call softly as I drop my keys in the basket in the hallway.
"Hey." I hear your low reply from the living room over the low sounds of the TV. "How was the show?"
"It was good. I was thinking of you," I tell you as I shrug out of my jacket. You raise your eyebrows at me as I walk closer to you. "In fact, I was thinking of you the whole ride home too," I say as I straddle you, slowly sliding closer to your lap. My long black skirt – the one with the buttons – rides high on my thighs, exposing the black boots and pantyhose I'm wearing.
You start to ask me what I was thinking, but my mouth on yours silences the question. I wrap my arms around you tight, pulling you closer to me and you slide your hands into my hair. Softly, we kiss for several minutes, enjoying the feel of each other. Our lips part, our tongues touching, exploring, tasting.
I shift closer to you and you place your hands on my thighs. I can barely feel your touch on the fabric covering my legs, but I can sense it. Your hands slide further up and your thumbs brush against my lips. You groan against my lips.
I break the kiss and look at you. "You are so wet," you growl at me, leaning forward to kiss me again. I grin and turn my head, capturing your earlobe with my lips.