Her son was awake. Sponge.”
Susan suppressed a laugh, her cheeks burning. She stood there for a moment, staring at the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly wiped it away. Had this always been inside of her, just waiting for some stranger to say something that opened some hidden door inside of her? When the second movie started, she adjusted herself to lay her head on his lap, directly on his bulge, making sure to let her skirt ride up a little more as she shifted and that he could still see down her shirt. “Ok, maybe not that adult,” she laughed, though she allowed herself to imagine the shock on his face. Would he see it as a gift or something else entirely? The sensation sent a jolt of arousal through her, her body responding instinctively to his proximity, to his touch. It’s… perfect.”
A small smile played on her lips, her confidence growing with each passing second. It was ridiculous, of course. And each time, she felt a surge of excitement, her body responding to his unease, his growing arousal. “You can do this,” she told herself. “Peter! But then, with a shaky breath, he pushed forward. Too childish. She rolled down her window slightly, letting the cold air rush in, hoping it would clear her head.
