A little to the left . . .
This happened one of the first times me and Greg stayed at his parents place. His parents had just gone out for the night, I was sitting on the kitchen counter, messing with stuff next to me. Greg was tugging at my skirt before the car had even pulled away. I carried on messing. A keyring, piece of newspaper, Gregs new phone. Brainwave.
"Hey Greg?"
"What?" (coming, muffled, from somewhere in between my boobs)
"Does this thing have a vibrate?" Never seen him move as fast as when he realised what I was getting at. Set the phone to vibrate, slipped it down the front of my undies. A-ma-zing. The thing that happened next could possibly be the worst thing (ever) to hear when you're about to cum via phone-in-the-pants.
"Greg, you seen my phone? I think I left it in there on the side."
Shit
What did we do? Gave him his phone back of course.
(MissUnexpectedNuttering Mad to live, Mad to talk, and burn, burn, burn...., Thu 30 Jul 2009, 19:52, Reply)