Stories of playful flirting sound so enticing. I only had a salesman at Jos A Bank outright come on to me in an otherwise empty store. Late at night, just before closing. Trying on pants and he started running his fingers everywhere while taking measurements. Soon we were both pantsless and ready to fuck on the dressing room floor....
I actually prefer to remember moments stolen with my true love (we are both married, but sadly not to each other)... long walks on forest trails near his house two hours from mine...smuggling pizza and beer into the drive-in and rubbing each other throughout the movie... grilling together after bailing out the basement of his antebellum home ... nodding off together on the couch .... waking up to him in the morning rolling over me, rockhard and gently sliding in... there were other less poetic moments too, rubbing his throbbing stick shift while getting a ride home, finding spot on a dark street to make out inside steamed up windows and suck each other off....cumming in him the first time he'd had a man inside...
But by far the most erotic moment was laying naked together in the hammock in his back yard, with only the sun as a blanket as we kissed and held each other tightly. Not really the best place to make love.. i had visions of getting injured rolling off together.. but that singular moment of kissing, hugging, and stroking each other with unbridled passion will always define everything we feel for each other....