Booty Call Before Last Call
A quiet, relaxing evening over a few drinks takes a hard turn...
I’d been horny even before we’d gone out that night, and now, perched at the bar on my tall barstool alongside my husband, with the better part of two Long Island iced teas in me, my inhibitions were about as low as my arousal was high. Accordingly, when Richie started to lightly stroke my bare back, above my sundress, it sent a tingle through me and I could feel my nipples begin to pucker and harden. Braless, as usual, I...