Missing a date

I stood behind Jamie while she leaned into the mirror, fixing her lipstick. Her skin felt warm under my palms as I worked the lotion across her shoulders, down her spine, over the curve of her ass. She shivered each time my fingers brushed the small of her back. We never made it out the door. She turned, pulled me closer, and suddenly our dresses were sliding off. Blonde hair spilled over my dark strands while her mouth found mine. The lingerie we’d picked out for the night stayed on, straps pushed aside just enough. Her fingers slipped between my thighs and I gasped against her neck. We moved to the bedroom floor, legs tangled, mouths busy. Every stroke and lick replaced the dinner reservations we’d just cancelled. Neither of us cared. An orgasm on the carpet beat any table for two.