Robert handed me the bag and I looked at his face. Hopeful. Blushing. Nervous. Excited.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked. But I knew. And already my pussy was responding. I could feel myself growing wet. My heart rate picked up. I licked my lips and waited.

“A gift.”

I rustled it. A lovely pink and black bag with some small white accents. “For me or for you?”

“Yes,” he said.

I smiled. “For you more than me, right?”

“No. For us. You like it, too, right? It’s not just me.” He kept eye contact but reached for me and pushed his hand slowly — to give me time to back up — into my pants. He slid his hand beneath my panties and slid a finger between my nether lips.

I chewed my... Read More