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Diving for Dollars? Nah. Diving for Dick!

Wednesday night Wes and I went out to eat at one of our fav restaurants.  The air conditioner was turned up high because May is hot and humid in Columbia.  So even though I had on a lace cami and a girlie shirt I was still cold.

 
"Hold my hand," I say to Wes, reaching across the table for his.  "Warm me up."  The man is a walking heater.  LOL
 
He did, and my bod temp went up a few degrees.  Yummy!
 
Five minutes later a server we know stopped to chat.  I’m one of those women who talks with her hands, so in the course of our conversation I let go of Wes’s hand.
 
When the server leaves I reach for Wes’s hand.  "Hold hands with me again and warm me up."
 
"No," he replies, batting my hand away.  "You let go of my hand when that young guy came up, like you didn’t want him to see us holding hands.  You had your chance, and you blew it.  I’m not holding your hand again."
 
Huh?  He actually said that to an exhibitionist who likes to have sex in public places?  How funny!
 
"Hold my hand again," I insist.  "You know I could care less who sees us."
 
"No.  Not happening."  He crosses his arms and grins at me with a stubborn, challenging look on his face.
 
Alrightyyyyy!!
 
I leap out of my side of the booth and squeeze into his.  He won’t budge, so I plaster myself against his bod. 
 
"Ooh, I like this," I purr.  "Nice and cozy.  Now I’m warming up."
 
He chuckles and refuses to give me more than 8 inches of cushion to sit on.  Good thing I’ve got a small ass, right?  LOL
 
"Get over on your side of the booth, darlin’," Wes orders.  "You’re making a scene."
 
"No," I reply.  Then I dive for his dick.
 
Wes squeals and grabs my hand, prying my fingers off his cock.  "Quit," he warns.  "No one wants to see you fondling my dick."
 
I just look at him and grin wickedly.  "And this is supposed to discourage an exhibitionist how?"
 
Wes moans and shakes his head, chuckling.  I take advantage of the moment and go for his cock again.  Wes squeaks and bats me away.
 
"Promise me you’ll hold my hand, and I’ll leave you alone," I say.
 
"Okay," he agrees, laughing.  "Anything to get you off my cock."
 
I kiss his cheek and slide back into my side of the booth, reaching across the table for his hand.  Reluctantly, he gives it to me.
 
I guess it’s like Wes always says: he’s married to a teenager. 
 
True. 
 
But, dear Goddess, I have such FUN!!!  *naughty grin*
 
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com
(my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
 

  

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