His thighs were slick with their combined release, a sticky warmth that pooled beneath him on the couch, and he could still feel her inside him, softening but present, a lingering ache that pulsed with every shaky breath. She dropped at three, panting hard, her brown eyes wild. He turned to face her, spreading his arms slightly to show off–the teddy clung to his chest, lace brushing his skin, stockings accentuating his long legs. With her jet black hair and red lipstick she looked gorgeous, she whispered something to one of the others then headed over in my direction.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked.

“Please, I’ll have a gin and tonic thank you.”

We talked for a while and I asked if she wouldn’t mind going somewhere else.

She smiled then asked,Fucking “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

“Yes I do actually, I thought we could go back to my place.