I spent a lot of time at my sister's home and would often have dates pick me up and drop me off there, especially the ones I wasn't too sure of yet so they wouldn't know where I actually lived. I kept several "date" outfits in their spare closet, so I told Steve to pick me up there. Figured it would keep everything simple, since he already knew where the house was and all.

In the shower I teased my nipples with soapy fingers, bringing them to their full peak and causing my pussy to leak its lubricating juice onto my thighs. I wanted badly to wait for Steve to give me my first cum of the day, but I couldn't. There was still residue from our hug when he first got there that was burning between my legs and in my belly. Screw it! My hand went between my legs, my fingers found my clit and I rubbed myself to a quick orgasm. Oh, God! Then another and another and another. By the time I was satisfied enough to stop, my legs were trembling and felt like they were about to give out. My breathing was short and rapid and I had to lean against the shower wall as I came down from the climax high. One final treat. I stuck two fingers deep into my drenched pussy, wiggled them around to get them well soaked, then placed them into my mouth and sucked my delicious nectar from them. I was certain Steve would enjoy the taste as much as I did.

I picked a t-shirt that had a low neckline. That along with a push-up bra gave me a very enticing cleavage that showed the insides and half of the tops of my breasts. It was black with a silver abstract dragon design that was sexy, classy, and casual all at the same time. I matched it with a black miniskirt and waited for Steve to pick me up.

When the doorbell rang, I forced myself to walk to the door and open it with dignity and grace instead of running to it like a schoolgirl expecting a present (which is how I felt). He'd changed from t-shirt and jeans to dress shirt and slacks and looked as delicious as he did at the party, just a bit classier. I gave him a brief hug, called out my goodbye to Bud and Becky, and headed to his car. Hmmmm. Red Hemi Cuda. Nice! He opened the door for me, which was a rare thing even in that part of the country (the Southern Gentleman is more myth than reality), so I made sure I spread my legs just slightly getting in so he'd have a good, if quick, look at them. I turned in the seat so my knees were angled toward him and he could see just a hint of thigh above the hem of my skirt. Yes, I know, I'm a tease. But I only tease those I ultimately deliver to, so itâ??s more encouragement that teasing.

We drove around for a while, him looking at his old stomping grounds, seeing how they'd changed or not. He seemed a bit wistful over the changes, even commented once on how you really can't go home. I asked him if all change was bad, he looked at me, smiled and said "Oh, no. Not all change is bad." Supper was at a Mexican restaurant that had opened a few months before. Steve was polite, but I could tell he'd had better. Not surprising since he'd spent some time stationed in the Southwest where the real thing was available. But we ate and enjoyed it and our company. I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet on his, stroking his ankles with my toes. It felt so natural to do that. Not teasing, not sexy, but just being in a physical communion with a soul partner. It was something I'd read about, but never felt before with anyone.

Then it was time to leave, all too quickly. When he pulled out onto the road, I realized he was taking me back to Bud and Becky's. Oh, dear Lord! Iâ??d totally forgotten he didn't know where I lived. I directed to my home, a long, skinny place commonly called a "shotgun" home, although I really didn't care for the weapon reference. It wasn't much, but the rent was affordable, the landlord kept it in good shape, and he wasn't a stickler about attaching things to the wall like many were. I had it decorated in an Eastern Indian/Hindu decor. This was my home, my refuge, my temple, my sanctuary. This was where I studied and practiced for Steve, where I meditated, planned, and dreamed. The entire home, especially this room, was filled with my energy. Tapestries and black velvet paintings of Buddha, Ganesh, Lakshmi, and Shiva were hung on the walls, bead curtains on the opening from the front room to the hall, Ganesh and Buddha statuettes on the mantel along with the incense burner, and floor cushions piled along the far wall. If you've never had sex on a pile of floor cushions, you don't know what you're missing. Infinite versatility for support in any position, yet soft and comfortable enough for all-nighters. Oh, Damn!! I forgot to hide the stained ones. Oh, well, I expected there'd be more stains by morning anyway.

I walked over to the stereo and put on an 8-track of sitar music. Very peaceful, unobtrusive background music I'd often used for meditation and other more active endeavors. After lighting a stick of incense with a somewhat arousing scent, I walked back over to Steve who was still standing by the door taking in the room. I could tell he was pleased with my decorating. That added to his allure; most guys around there thought it was weird. Standing in front of him, I clasped my hands behind my back, looking all cute and innocent while leaving my entire front exposed for him.

"Would you like anything?" I asked, staring deeply into his brown eyes. He took a step toward me, placing himself almost against me. His arms went around me, gripping my hands against my butt and pulled me tight to him. "You!" he replied and his mouth found mine. The world evaporated and there was just us.

My mouth opened and our tongues began a dance of urgency and passion. My crotch moistened and I could smell myself over the incense. Knowing Steve could also smell me added to my arousal. I felt him hardening, growing, pressing against my crotch as his grip around me increased and he pressed our groins tighter together. I replied with a reflexive groan, pressing myself even tighter to him. Slowly, I began swaying, rubbing myself against him, letting him know beyond a doubt (as if there could have been any) what I wanted.