I leered at each flex of muscle, each ripple beneath his taut skin and tight shirt. I needed to stroke each swell of flesh on this man.I continued to ...tudy him unnoticed as he brooded over a saucepan, touching his finger to the complex red sauce. Oregano scented the large kitchen of the fire station. I inched closer to Rick and the stove.I was finished with my assigned kitchen chores at the station but kept sweeping the already spotless floor. It was an excuse to spend time with him. Right now. Another finger follows the first and he slides them up to my little nub, the elusive g-spot that is screaming for attention. Antonio has no trouble locating it and the mere touch sends me reeling with an orgasm. I scream out and press my pelvis harder into his palm needing to feel more of him. Instead of giving me what I’m practically begging for, he pushes me to a standing position and buries his face between my legs. He tongue laps up every drop of my juices as I continue to ride the waves of. Took another shot and we were both pretty ratteled. We popped in a movie and watched with otu being able to keep a straight face, we were both laughing non stop. Once we were gathered we took some more shots. Both of had taken 10 shots of vodka now. We went back down stairs where we were playing cards and just sat there talking. He cracked a joke and the laughter started again. while this was happening he was dealing games of poker between us. I won the first hand and he took his pants off.. If you can’t have the person there with you, you have to have them in your thoughts. Even a night out to dinner alone can become an evening for two. She: Think I’ll go out for dinner tonight, you know how I love to dress up! I can’t put on a pair of thigh highs anymore without thinking of you. Used to be, I wore them because I hated pantyhose. Now, they conjure up images of hot sex with you. I like now much better! She: Wish I had gone to dinner with you. I’m a little tipsy now, and alcohol.