Holding Hand with R

Last week after a long trip apart R and I actually had the chance to drive on a trip back home almost alone. Two hours in the car, we were just chilling – talking - nothing much, but then she took my hand. It stirred me and aroused me. Her touch just on my hand was like after we had been married for a few years and she was rubbing up my inner thigh. It reminded me of those first touches that we experienced while dating. Experimenting and feeling each other, listening to your breathing changing as I touched you or feeling that I might explode as you touched me. Your touch was soft and your hand so delicate when you slightly intertwine an occasional finger between mine turned me on as our bodies laying naked with our legs wrapped around each other.