Saturday afternoon and we had season tickets to the red sox, they were playing at home and we decided to go, we start our journey to Boston, as we are driving my hand gets fidgety, as they start to climb your thigh. Looking at me with a devilish look in your eyes,
“Stop it I can’t concentrate on driving this car when you do that.” Winking at me.
I pretend to listen and stop just momentarily long enough for you to think that I was going to behave, sneaking my hand on your leg again, you look over at me thinking I had fallen asleep, you continue driving, out of the corner of my eye I am watching you.
Slowly moving my hand up your thigh again, this time you grab my hand and hold it to your thigh,
“ I told you to stop this” as you hold my hand to your thigh my fingers still continue to move tickling the inside of your thigh.
“Don’t you ever behave?
“Who me of course I do” winking at you smirking slightly.
Well you could have fooled me” he replies in a devilish tone
“Ok I promise to behave.”
Reaching the stadium, you park the car before getting out I lean over to you and stare at you. “
What?” he asks almost in disbelief “
“Oh nothing” I lean over and kiss you softly.
”Girl don’t start this here!”
Kissing you again my hand begins rubbing that slight bulge that I see, rubbing it I can feel it throb, and that is a feeling that I cannot resist, Rubbing a little harder.
“Please baby don’t do this now if we don’t get in there we wont get to our seats in time for the opening pitch.”