On the second day of our little rendezvous in Portland, we decided to explore the streets of the city. You're wearing an adorable little white skirt that contrasts your smooth brown legs and a colorful top. Try as I might, I can't take my eyes of your delectable ass, so I let you walk in front, leading the way.
A few hours of shops and museums later, we decide to stop for Thai Food. We order a huge, steaming bowl of Pho and share it, picking out bits of rice noodle and tender meat with our chopsticks. I make a game out of feeding you, and you hungrily suck at my chopsticks, slurping as you eat, reminding me of the adventures we had last night, exploring each other's bodies for the first time.
I feel a stirring in my crotch, which gives me an idea.
I scoot my chair closer to you, so that we're almost cuddling. I reach under the table with my right hand, continuing to eat with my left.
You feel my hand creep up your thigh, tickling your soft skin. You gasp, but the presence of our waiter refilling our pot of tea keeps you from saying anything.
My hand begins to rub your inner thigh, kneading your soft skin underneath your skirt. I slowly lean over, as though to whisper you a secret, but as you crane your ear closer to hear I move down to suck at the silky skin of your neck. I breath deep and inhale your feminine aroma, and you can feel a growing moistness in your tight panties.
We notice a couple across the aisle staring, so we decide to move this to a more private location. As I get up, you notice the obvious bulge in my pants and reach out and grab it, feeling naughty. My cock is firm in your grasp and twitches at your touch.
