Touch Catalog for Jan 11 as recalled on Jan 13 [M/F] | 2016

We hugged first at the bar, then a kiss on the cheek that said, “hello!” As we looked at the menus, I passed a remark that you pretended to be offended by, so you pinched my arm. It was a weak pinch so I teased you into doing it two or three more times. Then it took a while— maybe an hour— before we touched again, but when you showed me how to sign the character ‘f’ in ASL, I got to feel your hand, and then we interlocked fingers for ten-ish minutes, making it difficult to think. Later I stretched my leg past the base of the table and coerced you into a brief game of footsie. After desert, both hands met at the middle of the table— like they were center stage— and fondled a while longer. I put a napkin under your forearms so you wouldn’t get cold resting on the marble table-top. We held hands out to the dance floor, then I grabbed your hips, we were dancing. Our hips grinding, our feet knocking into each other… We kissed. We danced. We kissed and danced. Your pelvis felt my excitement growing as my fingers flirted with your skirt line; you even went as far as to flatter me, commenting something about a “banana”! I could only guess you were excited when your hands grabbed my chest, fingers poking between my shirt buttons. You noted how you were “touching my boobs” and I retaliated by drumming lightly on yours (I don’t think you liked it or even thought it was cute). More dancing, more kissing. We tried finding a place to sit, hanging onto each other like magnets as we searched. I grabbed your butt (sometimes harder than others, you’d point out later that night) as we roamed up stairwells and down halls. Finally we settled for standing around in almost the exact same spot as we started. Then, more dancing, more kissing, more dancing and kissing. The dancing got tired but you teased the hems of my pockets with your fingers. I thought you were going to plunge right in! Sitting down in the far corner of the main room, we held hands again. I moved to your right knee and toyed with the idea of approaching your upper thigh. Instead, I my hand went down your leg and began massaging your right calf. I could tell by the swooning look on your face that your legs and ankles were grateful for the relief I was providing from those adorable heels you had on. I knew how amazing it felt because I’ve thought about how I’d want my legs massaged dozens of times. Also, as I was working, you said “that feels amaaaaazing!” When I finished the first one, you changed positions, allowing access to your other leg. I massaged your left calf and you looked like jello. As we talked I slid my hands around your quad. Still well within view of the public, I moved my hand up your skirt more confidently, enjoying the almost tense look on your face as I gently rubbed your upper thigh. I inched my thumb towards the center of your body, knowing I would only tease you for now, but wondering if/when you might decide that I crossed a line. Meticulous about keeping your skirt around for cover, my thumb edged that glorious crease between your inner thigh and your outer labia. You said softly, “I’m ashamed of how wet I am right now…” to which I replied, “don’t be.” I could almost see your mind racing, so I offered up my knee for you to press against at your discretion. You did, and I took the opportunity to squeeze that sexy little ass of yours with one hand while I touched your lips and face with the other. You led the way to the coat check as I laid some tighter pinches on your butt— (I think this was when I left the bruise you told me about). We walked hand in hand to the corner, where you hailed a cab. It wasn’t until I moved closer to you in the back seat that our knees touched and you mentioned something about how ‘touching knees really does freak you out’. I put my arm around your neck and we kissed. We assumed a more sensual position, me on top of you, but I was uncomfortable… The cab driver interrupted our ‘intro to hot and heavy’, asking for more directions. We repositioned. I was easier at rest on top of you this time. I slowly picked up where I’d left off in the restaurant. Now, paying no attention to the behavior of your skirt. We kissed more deeply and I put pressure on your gap, rubbing your whole pussy slowly with four fingers. You were breathing heavy. You laid soft kisses on my cheek and moved your mouth toward my ear. Did you nibble on it? I don’t remember. You began releasing little sighs of pleasure. My ear became warm and moist, just like my hand against your sex. I moved my hand away, taunting you with some anticipation. I felt the skin on your stomach and we kissed again. Your mid section was smooth as silk. I wished you were naked. I missed an opportunity to feel your tits (oh well, next time). I slid back under your skirt, now applying more direct pressure to your clit with one finger and tickling your opening with another. You gasped near my ear again. Your cute, little sighs became long, sexy groans until I felt like you were almost screaming in my ear. I picked my head up and tried to quiet you softly (without stopping my hands, of course), but I wish I hadn’t— if our cab driver heard you, I’m sure he was enjoying it almost as much as I was! More deep kissing… I pinched your labia around your clitoris and held you in that position for a few moments. Your vocal cues slowed and I wasn’t sure if you were ready to stop. But I remembered what you told me about being choked. So I choked you. Firmly with one hand, at first only briefly, then I eased off. I let you breath, my hand resting on your delicate neck. Next I squeezed more gently but longer, and released. Finally I wrapped both hands around your whole neck and clenched (realizing how fun this was). You seemed almost surprised but I could tell you were enjoying it so I held you there. I felt your hands trying to pull my arm away… So I held you there longer… when I was almost sure you’d reached a slight state of panic, I let go. I moved my hand back over your pussy, wishing I could get inside. I fondled you tightly again until you seemed happily… done… When the cab ride was over kissed goodnight.