Touched

I’m touched. First date. Deep conversation. Had he ever been in love? Yes….twice. We were in a quiet restaurant drinking wine and beer as I asked him his deepest secrets. He responded by slipping his hands in between my legs. I’m touched and climaxing right there at the bar. People laughing and talking around us as I cum. I want to resist because that’s what good girls do. We don’t cum in bars as we whisper into the ears of a potential partner. His hand is getting deeper. Touching a part of me that has not been touched in years. I yearned to be wanted. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. He’s…taking…me….there. I’m touched and I want him. Climaxing and thinking I have to have him. I’m in trouble. Too soon to be touched. ~KJM after our official first date