Digging for Home

Frank chewed his lower lip as he nodded. "Ok."

Charlie smiled and draped her forearms over the man's shoulders. "I think part of having masculine genitals means I have a sex drive to rival any man. Sure, we can go do dinner and a movie if you want, but I think where we left off was somewhere around here." She leaned into her man, resting her bosom against his chest.

Frank's eyes fell at once as he sensed the pleasing softness of her flesh through the fabric of his shirt. When several seconds later his gaze returned to the woman's face, he found her lovely brown eyes locked upon his pale grey ones.

"You like my titties, don't you?" Charlie whispered.

"You know I do."

"I bet we can find a lot we both want to do, starting there."

Frank tongued his lips. "Ok."

"Are you tense?"

"A bit."

"Why? I'm your girlfriend, remember?" Charlie moved her arms around the man's midriff and pulled him closer. "Just be yourself. That's all I want."

She exhaled through pursed lips as she sensed the hardness of his manhood against her. Her chest heaved with imprisoned excitement as she moved her own inflexible rod adjacent to his.

Frank's spine stiffened as he felt the girl begin to grind the two upright shafts against one another. He swallowed as his lips twitched, unable to conjure words to express his diverse emotions.

Charlie began to undulate her shoulders in concert with her hips. "Tell me that doesn't feel good."

"Yes," Frank admitted. "It does."

"I know," Charlie whispered, inching her face closer to his. "It feels better than good."

Frank's neck extended as if of its own accord. His eyelids drooped as their lips met; intertwining, reuniting, confirming. Charlie issued a whimper as the warmth in the man's kiss warmed her soul as well. Her hands fell to his buns. Groping his buttocks, she pulled their hips even closer together. She pushed her face forward at the same moment, simultaneously meshing their entire forms, from lips and loins.