It seems with the holiday cheer and purchasing of gifts that even Jack Frost can’t be kept from delaying every gift I have purchased from being delivered on time. It’s the hardest part of Christmas for me… waiting. Even if it did begin trickling in the week of Thanksgiving. In the process I am still mending my aching body and I’m finding the bitter cold not being a friend. One day of work has left me incredibly grumpy the past couple of days and not even my usual happy things have brought me back. Of course the fact I haven’t been able to slow down since Thanksgiving hasn’t been helping.
I was sitting at dinner last night talking with my bedmate about my foul mood when he reached under the table and began caressing my pussy only to have me stop in mid sentence sounding like a school girl giggling. He stopped briefly and I went back to frowning. He began again, the smile returned to my face and I giggled once more. He didn’t withdraw his hand from my crotch until we finished our meal and all I could thinks was I need sex. It obviously was the test to know my aching body wasn’t the only thing making me moody. It was the happiest I’d been all day and all I wanted was for the moment at the dinner table to never end. His hand between my legs gently caressing the warmth of my pussy as his fingers gently glided over my lips. It was the best few moments I’ve had in days.
