Lindsey
“One more for the road?” I asked Ben. I wasn’t in any rush while his hand was rubbing up my thigh, and it felt good like it did all those years ago.
God was kind and placed buttons on my body like he does with every woman, and Ben knew where to find them. And also, how to push them at the right moments. I shuddered because his firm fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt. He didn’t push too far, but it was enough to make me fidget in my seat and think about uncrossing my legs.
I raised two fingers to the bartender to signal another two glasses. I then widened my thumb and forefinger in a gesture to emphasize a double. I c****d my head to the side while Ben pushed my hair back over my shoulder and locked his lips on the bare skin of my neck. Button number two pushed. I stopped
