Shit, no, not really. I text back Not Exactly.
Smooth?
Yes.
I might have to see for myself.
I text Not as smooth as yesterday. But I'm thinking that of course you would want to see for yourself on the one day in a month I choose to skip steps. I'm not dwelling on it, as I know how careful I was yesterday, so I'm still in pretty good shape. Unless you count the soaking wet panties I'm now sitting in. When I got dressed for work this morning, I dressed down as to not draw attention from an unwanted source, so I'm sort of wishing I had a little more lust inspiring outfit on. I doubt that it matters when the goal is to just take it off anyway. When you get in the car, it's pleasant conversation as if the texts never even happened. I take you over to pick up your rental and then we head to your house. I'm waiting outside for you to come get your stuff out of my car, when I see you standing at the door. The stuff can fucking wait, I jump out of the car and run up to you.
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