My wife, Laura, and I were high school sweethearts, and she is still just as beautiful as she has always been. She is 5’ 6″, 115 lbs. with soft shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, long slender legs, nice ass, voluptuous 38D breasts, and a very pretty face.
We finally got a chance to go out one night without the kids, so when I called her from work to see if she wanted to go, she spent the whole day soaking in the bath and taking her time getting ready. I love Laura for many reasons, but one of the things I love most about her is that she is always ready and willing to have passionate, hot, sensual Latina sex.
We began our evening with dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. As we followed the hostess to our table, I was admiring Laura through the back of her dress. She was wearing a sleeveless, blue denim dress which buttoned from the top all the way down one side forming a low, v-cut front and a calf-length skirt.
However, she had left the lower part of her dress unbuttoned halfway up her thigh so that when she walked, her silky-smooth legs, without hose, and white high heels would flash alternately in and out of her dress. She looked great. The fact that other guy’s were sneaking peeks at her as we walked by didn’t bother me because she is so pretty, and I knew they were thinking how lucky I was.
After a light dinner and a bottle of wine, we decided to go for a drive. I picked up another bottle of wine, and we drove around talking until we had finished it. I ran my hands across Laura’s thigh and gently tugged at the crotch of her panties. I told her that she wouldn’t be needing them, so she just looked at me with a smile and slid them down and off her legs and put them in the glove box.