In fact, it was so nice that I even kissed him back for a second feel of his lips on mine. But with everybody else getting kissed under various sprigs... our kiss went un-noticed. He went and got me another drink and we started talking and that’s when I learned that he worked in a photo studio that was also a shop in developing photos either brought in or taken there. He said that he had one photo that he would like to show me up in his flat, so thinking nothing of it, went with him, slipping out. He looked around, expecting that she was dropping him off at a motel of some sort. He was surprised when he recognized the parking garage of her building, where they’d been just a few days prior.“You’re not dropping me off somewhere?” He asked.It was possible she was pissed enough at him that she wanted him to find his own way to a motel.“No.”“Ok,” he said, pulling his duffle bag out of the back seat and looking around for an exit to the street.“Come on,” she said.“Really?”“Yeah.”She didn’t say. As my hand explored the great hills of your behind, it was the valley that seemed to trigger the response. I traced through the valley to find a deep cavern. My fingers traced the outside of the cavern and the moans got louder and more intense.Just then I feel something touching me, exploring me. Your hand had freed itself and was moving down my chest to my stomach. With caution and intimidation the freed hand slowed as it was passing my stomach. It felt wonderful to feel the tips of your. ‘I’m going to make you hot-buttered rum. It will send you right off to sleep.’ ‘You went through my cabinets?’ I bristled at the thought of my things being rifled through. ‘Did you happen to find my underwear drawer on your travels?’ I heard him laughing. It was an irritating and wonderful sound. ‘I haven’t made it back that far,’ he said. ‘Is there something in there I should see?’ He came back into the living room with a mug of steaming liquid. ‘You are going to make me nuts.’ I took the mug.