Here's To The Place We First Met - Sex Stories

Here's To The Place We First Met

... I say cheekily.

She giggles, amused, and we move to the backseat, the sunroof giving a perfect view of the starry night.

I had packed a small bag with snacks before we left for the movie theater, hiding it under the seat.

“I can’t forget this place,” I say as we sit, leaning back, snacking on gummy bears. “Best hike in my life, even better after you started opening up a bit.”

“I have no idea what you mean; I’m like an open book,” Jane says dryly, but she laughs as I nudge her shoulder.

“I feel like I learned a lot about you on that hike,” I then continue. “Like how you are just as bad as me at receiving compliments and that you massively underplay what “a few tattoos” mean.”

I’m referring to the fact that Jane, among several, got a massive tattoo of a snake-like dragon going from her left side and down along her curvy figure, past her hip ending just below her thigh.

“It was all these small things, but they painted the picture of you. That’s probably what I remember the most from that hike.”

Jane nods her head, reaching into the snack bag with a pensive look on her face.

“That’s funny, because what I can’t forget is... how I absolutely annihilated you in Jeopardy!”

I’m already fake-boxing her arm before she finishes her sentence. She laughs hysterically.

My friend, on the verge of throwing himself off a hill, suggested a casual game in hopes of making his date stop complaining about birds birding and the hike involving walking.

Back then, ...

... Jane’s laughter was the most beautiful song I had ever heard. To this day, it still is.

Eventually, though, she needs oxygen. She shifts in the seat, her eyes getting that studying, curious look in them.

“I also can’t forget that I had the best hike of my life,” she says, and her eyes lock onto mine.She makes me smile so ridiculously much.

I reach over, twisting a lock of her dark brown hair around my fingers. Running through the strand until I brush against her jawline. She responds so immediately to my touch. A small pressure there, and she raises her chin. Another here, and she turns her head. I can guide her blind and still know exactly where she is.

Two fingers under her chin, and she reacts instantly to the small pressure, tilting her head back.I focus on her slightly parted, faint-red lips. I notice how they scream for mine, making my tongue run eagerly along the inside of my teeth.

The sheer anticipation conjures delightful memories in my head, right from the first time we kissed until those times we lost all inhibitions and made out like there was no tomorrow.

I end both her and my suffering as I lean closer and carefully press my lips to hers.

My fingers run up over her cheeks, cheekbones, and halfway into her hair, grabbing on tight. Our lips move slowly, dancing perfectly together; every push and pull is reciprocated.

My desire for her is lured out of its box, where it has been hiding while priorities had to be made. But as Jane’s fingers ...