“My job isn’t that exciting. No need for humor.”“I think lack of excitement is where humor is needed most.” She drove past the coffee shop. ...��Damn, they closed early.” She sighed and continued to drive.“… Where are we going?”She looked at him. “My house… if you don’t mind?”He shrugged. “I think I can handle it.” He smiled at her.“Ah, makin’ jokes on yourself. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”He laughed and she decided that she liked it. It was low and rough. She grinned.She made a left and. I take a moment, then before anything else can transpire, I kiss her just as passionately and desperately as I can. This must have been the right move because as I kiss her she lets out a little moan that tells me she has been waiting for me to make this kind of advance. As if she has been teasing me all this time, coaxing me to initiate something. As we kiss long and hard, I ease her back onto the bed and put myself on top of her. Our hands and legs are all moving around trying to find a. Stanley chuckled to himself at his choice of words - turn it on - before the ruminations continued. He had had a perfect view of the top of her creamy breasts, tanned to the color of light toast, and how a little pebble had peeked out of the material that was supposed to keep her breasts from view.Some bikini! It could not even keep her nipples within its cups...And then, casually, as she straightened, Ethel had noticed her father's eyes on the visible portion of her areola - and instead of. I chatted up the cute barista as I again waited for his text. She flipped her short cute blond hair each time she turned to make the next ordered yuppy beverage. And then quickly would turn back to me to continue our conversation. When she asked how long I was staying and I told her I was local and just waiting for some friends, her smile broadened and she asked if I would like to grab a beer together some time. I gave her my phone number and said that of course I would love to take her out. I.