It's been a long quarantine. You've been cooped up in your home and it feels like forever since you've had face to face time with friends, but today the restrictions have been slightly lifted and you've invited me over for dinner. We've been good friends for a long time. We both live alone and during lockdown we've been regularly checking in on each other. You're excited to be able to invite me over for dinner and I'm looking forward to catching up with you, one on one.
You greet me at the door with a huge smile and a drink in your hand. There's an awkward moment of giggles "Are we hugging?" and we both rush in for a long squeeze.
It feels so good to be held, doesn't it baby?
We both melt into the hug and laugh as I juggle the two bottles of wine I'm carrying along with you in my arms.
Shit. Your hair smells so good. You're trying not to spill your drink and by all appearances you're well into a bottle already and are quiet happy with everything in the world. As you let go I feel your other hand run down my back, your nails sliding down over my shirt. That felt better than it probably should have... fuck it's been so long since I felt that. I lean back to look in your eyes and can't help myself imagine what you sound like when you cum. I ask, are you well?
You smile and giggle and tell me that you're doing fine and guide me into the kitchen where you're in the middle of cooking dinner. You tell me how good it feels to have another human in your home. About how much you love your own space but that quarantine was dragging on. You laugh and tell me how you've been looking sideways at your washing machine on spin cycle, and if you don't get some action soon you're going to lose your mind.
Hmmmmm. You fucking need it don't you baby? Tell me how much you want it. I want you, to tell me, every, fucking, detail about what you need.
You put a glass on the bench for me and we both fill our drinks. The air has suddenly become thick with sexual tension and it's everything I can do not to fucking take you right now on the dining table.
I'm getting so hard, right now, for you. Thinking about that pussy and how wet I want to make you. Are you getting wet for me, baby? Are you touching yourself, for me?