Crazy fun. My girl and I are fascinated with the heightened awareness that comes with exploring our daring fantasies. The feeling is electric, an itch out of reach, like a tickle you can't avoid.
Our fascination grew almost imperceptibly at first. Sneaking intimate caresses in a dark movie theatre. Making out in a public park. Not knowing if someone would see us. Would they be entertained by our actions? Would they indignantly express their disgust with our indiscretions?
I think we became fully aware at a bar in Kansas City. I could feel the sexual tension between us in the bar. I wanted to take her right there in front of everyone. I was no longer interested in my Guinness or what was on ESPN. I was totally enamored with how she looked at me, the way she would cross her legs again and again, caressing her thigh with one hand and running her fingers up and down her glass with the other and how she pursed her lips after she licked them like she was hungry.
I had enough. I threw some bills on the table and waved at our waitress as I led my girl out the door. With a sly smile she asked where we were going. I smirked and led her back to where we parked in the garage. I walked her right past my truck and up the stairs to the next level. I saw only a couple of cars on this level. Up to the next level and no cars. I led her over to the elevator and pressed her against the doors
I felt like an animal. I was going to ravage her right there up against the elevator in an empty parking garage. I didn't care if anyone came by and I wasn't going to stop for anyone.