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"I don't know if lucky is the word I would use," I smirked. "But at least we didn't get interrupted again."
Graham laughed. "Yeah, that's for sure."
After we exited the garage, Graham offered to drive me home. I figured it was just another gentlemanly gesture, but I declined, feeling like it would be too risky. I told him the bus stop was fine, so he drove me the few blocks back to my stop near the coffee house.
He kissed me again before I climbed out of the Jeep and I smiled, feeling dizzy with pleasure and adrenaline from what we'd just done. At the last minute, I made one more move, slipping my panties back off and handing them to him to keep.
"In case you want something more than that photo to jerk off to," I offered with a smirk.
Graham bunched up my panties and brought them to his nose to smell them right away, groaning into them.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll let you know when I need a fresh pair."
I smiled back. "Sounds good."
We heard the next bus coming down the street, so I got out of the Jeep, waving one more goodbye through the closed window.
- COMMENTS
philly7233about 1 year agoLove this story! Well written and detailed! This story has a way of draw in with anticipation; I don’t believe there’s any real criticism as a previous comment suggested. I would, though like to see you follow story to see how it develops 😉
Mark
Rambling_Chantrixabout 2 years agogood job, Katie, way to get yours :)
(and thank you, author, for the story, which was quite enjoyable in its urgency!)
PickFictionabout 2 years agoGood story and well-written, although I'd certainly enjoyed knowing a little more about 12-year married Kate and what made her do what she did. Graham was just being a male, I think. The only real criticism was the excessive use of "smirk." A smirk is to "smile in an irritatingly smug, conceited, or silly way.' it didn't seem to fit in this situation and it kept distracting me from the story.
