You had just picked me up so we could have dinner and a movie...we hadn't seen each other in 2 weeks. We were dressed casual...you in slacks and button down, and I had on a long skirt and loose blouse. Summer weather, so not much was needed. Window were down, music was up. "Sweet Home Alabama" was playing. You had your hand in mine, and we just smile at each other once in a while.
Before too long, you let go of my hand, and started rubbing the top of my thigh...God that felt so good. I slide my hand over to your thigh and run my fingers in little circles on yours. It had been too long since we had been together. It seemed to be taking forever to get to the restaurant; the stop lights in town are awful. Especially the five way ones, they take damn near 5 minutes to change.
As we drove, you slide my skirt up a bit, so you could rub my bare thigh. As soon as you touched me it makes me take a sharp breath in. Your touch is always like a tiny electric shock to me. I slide my hand just a bit farther up your thigh...and you look over at me and smile. I could see that your wonderful manhood was beginning to get aroused. I was definitely getting wet. Your scent, your touch always drives me crazy.