You humored me after an impromptu drunken dinner by walking me past a local sex toy shop and asking if I wanted to go in. Of course I said yes. We went in and I let my imagination go wild thinking of the things that I'm not supposed to do to you, with you...Taking in the array of natural and unnatural looking objects we could enjoy each other with...what new pleasures could we discover?
I imagined stumbling back to your car to sit and sober up, arms around each other more for familiarity than stability. I'd know that you're at the right level to not think twice about making a move on me. You'd know that I'm at the right level to encourage it and not be inhibited about wanting it. You'd want to get in the driver's seat of course, but I will climb into the back seat for a change and entice you to join me. There, you can sit closer to me, in the middle, and not reach so far to get under my increasingly raised skirt.
You'd politely start off over my clothes and panties, but I would invite you to find out how wet I was for you already or just lead your hand there myself. Excited fingers would push my underwear to the side and rub circles on my engorged clit before diving in. Your lips would run down my neck before finding my own. I'd let out my first of many sighs, letting you know you were on the right track. I would selfishly enjoy the sensation for a little while before I'd return the favor, running my hand up your pant leg and giving your increasingly growing cock some healthy squeezes.
Eager to do more, you'd pull me on to your lap to straddle you face to face as you'd pull my underwear off. My breasts would still be mostly clothed in front of you, and you'd nuzzle yourself in them as you'd run your hands over my stomach and back to take my bra off.