Valentine's day has Gia depressed, thinking her and John can't go out on a romantic date. John reminds her that they can easily drive to a town where nobody knows them. However, by the time Gia's dressed and ready to go, it's late in the evening and getting a table in a restaurant would be highly unlikely. So, they decide to stay home and celebrate the Valentines the way they know best.
WARNING: This short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of consenting adults having sex. It is intended for only mature and adult readers.
Excerpt:
“We really need to get you something other than flannel and jeans.” She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the bathroom. Positioning me in front of the mirror, she stood behind me and slipped her arms around me. She rested her nose on my shoulder and peered into the mirror, readjusting my tie to the point of choking me. “I guess it’s not that bad. You’re not full of wrinkles. However, hand me the lint brush?”
I opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing it from next to the tumbler containing our toothbrushes. I handed it off to her. She started with my sports coat, removing the fuzzies that had accumulated in the months since her graduation. She worked the lint brush against the other side of my coat, before moving it against the pleats on the front of my trousers. There was something about the way she held me too; it was like a tender hug rolled into grooming. She glanced at her watch, and shrugged. Then, she moved the lint roller against my zipper. It must have been how held me from behind, the closeness of her body against my back – the lint roller against my package made my cock stir, slightly. She kept up the pressure, and when she brushed her lips against my neck, I develop a rather unfortunate hard-on.
“My, my, John, is there anything that will not give you a boner?” She tossed the lint roller into the sink. With both hands, she unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper ...
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