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You’re in the shower washing up. I’m relaxing on the couch basking in the physical and emotional euphoria of an amazing experience. Tonight has been fucking fantastic so far. But the night’s still young, there’s plenty of opportunity for more fun. And I could really use a drink. We’ll just have to play the rest by ear. With that settled, I join you in the bathroom. You’re taking a hot and relaxing shower, the steam is thick and heavy. I watch your silhouette through the shower curtain as you wash the physical evidence of getting royally fucked off of your sexy body. This is one hell of an enticing view, one I’m mesmerized almanbahis by until you turn the water off and slide the curtain open. You catch me staring at you while leaning on the counter. I’m completely nude and already semi-erect again. You saunter over to me, the wicked grin returning, and lean into me. You give me a soft kiss on the lips, but you’re insistently pressing your stomach into my dick. “Not yet, sexy,” I say as I step around you. “Why don’t we go out and grab a drink?” Your grin only gets bigger as you run a finger from my chest to my groin and tease, “But you told me to only wear panties and almanbahis yeni giriş my heels. You wouldn’t want me to go out basically naked, would you?” “I’ve created a monster,” I laugh as I hop in the shower, “Tell you what, wear a skirt and we’ll call it even.” We could definitely have fun with you in a skirt. You give me a fake, teasing pout as you step out. I clean myself up and dry off as quickly as possible. I find you half-dressed in the bedroom, wearing nothing but heels and a skirt. I laugh to myself and try to push aside my growing arousal. There’s plenty of time for that later. I dress just as almanbahis giriş quickly as I showered. You’re ready to go a few minutes later so we head out. We show up to a local neighborhood dive bar. You’re still wearing that sexy skirt and heels along with a thin white blouse. We find a table along the wall and I make a mental note that we have a little privacy. After a few drinks, you’re looking even better and I’m losing what little control I have left. “You look sexy as hell,” I tell you before wrapping my arm around you and lean in for a kiss. You smile as I pull away, clearly enjoying the mood and the kiss. I’m smiling too, but for a different reason. I’ve got an idea. My hand slides to the small of your lower back and I work my fingers under your skirt. My hand continues to your ass and I take a moment to get a good feel of you, but just a moment.