Designing Intimacy

He had probably had a bit too much bourbon.

And I was probably a little overly enamored with him that evening.

So when our kissing and canodling led to Jefferson sticking his hands down my pants in the middle of the tea party, I was remiss to object.   But on the other hand I was conscious of the fact it was my first tea party and I wanted to be invited back.

But we were barely even noticed as I stood in front of him, spreading my legs wider for him to get deeper access inside me.  It’s amazing what you can get away with in a room full of perverts.

I braced myself against the back of the chair as his fingers did their magic and quickly started bringing me to orgasm.  I came softly, my knees shaking slightly underneath me.

I straddled Jefferson’s lap and we kissed in our stupidly drunken state.

“Baby, you’re so bad,” I scolded him, grinning.