For you...
I've been with my fiancé for about 2.5 years. He's 37 and I’m 25. I met him when I was working at a local convenience store in my hometown. When I first saw him I was like, “who is that?!” I can still remember what he was wearing, a yellow cut off t-shirt, basketball shorts and work boots.
“Damn, that’s manual labor, working ass man.”
Then I walked by him and smelled him. It set my insides on fire. Eventually, we exchanged numbers.
The first time we kissed, he'd texted me while I was at work and told me he had me a ‘surprise.’ I met him outside, he reached his hand in his pocket and reached his hand out. When I went to take this 'surprise' he pulled me in and kissed me. Awwhhh. The first time we hung out, we made out in my car for a couple of hours without touching each other below the waist. I was soaking. wet. My nipples were vibrating. It was amazing. If I remember correctly I orgasmed kissing this man. I probably went inside and came a couple more times thinking about it. He did it, and still does it for me. I would like to be tangled up with him right now.
Fast forward to Halloween. He was working, building a horse barn he designed and wanted me to come out and see it.
“Of course,” I told him and developed a plan.
My 'costume' was a little mermaid onesie. I wore some ruffled sexy panties with the intent of asking if he wanted to see them. I was getting some of that. I was feeling aggressive for sure.
I arrived at the barn he was building, in my glittered face, and mermaid onesie. He asked me if I would like to see the barn, I said yes. Off we went to the barn, and I’m realizing that we are getting closer and closer to being alone…
We walked around the barn as he told me about it, I couldn’t help but think about the kissing from the other night. I wanted him so bad. We finally stopped near a wall and he leaned his back against it. I grabbed both sides of his shirt and he leaned toward me and kissed me. I could feel my heartbeat in my vagina. We kissed for a couple of minutes, and I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter, the need becoming darker. I had to have this man. I ran my fingers around the band of his pants, from his sides towards the button on his jeans. Right where his button was, my hand hit something. I raised his shirt, and he was rock hard. He kind of gave me this look, like he was maybe embarrassed. I started rubbing the head of his penis with my thumb. I could tell he was getting more and more turned on. We started kissing again and pressing our bodies together. The desire grew stronger.