Today was grocery day, the usual trip to the supermarket is usually one mundane task to say the least.
I see you walk down the middle aisle, you're distracted momentarily by the end aisle promotions.
There's nothing of much interest so it would seem so you move on, turn a corner & disappear.
I slowly walk towards the same aisle. As I turn the corner I see you reach for something on the top shelf.
A small patch of skin becomes exposed at the base of your back. That small spot that I trail my fingers along that feels so soft & dips a little onto your spine.
You don't see me, so I walk almost stealth like. I come up slowly behind you, place my hand on your ass.
You turn your head, startled by the intimate touch. But then you see me, give me a smile that is so beautiful, and proceed to raise your one eyebrow. That look says it all.
The one look that tells me, honey we're in public and you have your hand on my ass. So I move my fingers along that smooth ass cheek just to prove a point, and that point is I don't care or give a damn if anyone is looking.
The drive home isn't usually a long one.
Still my mind travels back to the touch in the supermarket.
I know just how your skin feels under the cotton.
My hand smoothly moves over to the middle of the top of your leg.
You give me a quick glance then turn back to concentrate on the road.
You thought I hadn't noticed you move slightly in your seat, but I did.
My hand moves slowly up and down the upper half of your leg then to your inner thigh, all the time feeling the heat in my jeans between my legs getting hotter.
I squeeze your inner thigh gently, just to let you know that right now I would love to be doing more than being just a passenger.
Moving my fingertips up your leg was driving me crazy.
With the briefest of touches they trailed over your crouch then up to your zipper. I see your grip on the steering wheel tighten slightly.
Clasping the zipper between my thumb and finger, I begin to pull it down slowly.
I glance at the gap generated by the release if the unzipped metal, seeing your dark blue underwear in the space.
My fingers glide over the top of it, then up to the button that holds the top of your jeans together. Popping it undone the fabric either side fell away under the lack of restraint, and I slid my fingertips slowly over the very top of your underwear.
You move again, holding your breath has I slide my fingers down under the material slowly & I can see its a major task for you to concentrate on the road.
A low quiet moan escapes your mouth as I struggle to work against the tightness of your jeans as my fingers move down towards you're ready and waiting slit.
You move forward slightly, then back a little to try and work your jeans into a more slackened state.
Now I know you want this.
My fingers become less restrained to travel where they are willing to go, moving down so now I could slide them slowly between your lips,
My finger brushes against your bud and I feel you tense up and push towards it. So I begin to rub it, applying a slight pressure then a feather light touch. You took your one hand off the wheel and pressed it hard up against mine, and with that movement I knew you just want to get home.
But that's not enough for me, I want to feel how wet you are already. Sliding one finger lower down between your lips I feel the soft inner side of them surround it, wanting me there. Reaching the pool of liquid at the bottom sends my own clit into a frenzy of desire to have your tongue on me and mine on yours.
This drive can't end soon enough.
You insisted on un-packing the groceries when we got home, but I know this wasn't really what you want. You are just making me wait after what I did to you in the car.
You're teasing me, and its just torture.
I know you can sense my need for you in the way you look at me as you hand me items to store away.
I play along because I know you're in charge for the meantime.
Our fingers touched and I felt that surge of energy, that tension, that excitement. And I knew that you understood that longing to have those fingers all over my body and mine over yours. But all I can do was hurry to the cupboard and rush back to you.
Each bottom of every bag seemed to take an infinity to reach.
I had to admire your restraint because I wasn't entirely sure that you weren't slowing this process down on purpose, just to make my senses & body develop a more heightened state.
Everytime I came back a wicked smile would form on your face, just making me more excited with each passing minute.
The next time I came back I saw just bottles of soda in the bag. That was my queue, I wasn't able to wait any longer.