Wearing yoga pants with no panties

The other day, I was at the post office to pick up a few parcels. There was a bit of a lineup.

In front of me was a woman who was wearing athletic yoga pants. They had a zebra pattern, except that it was more grey and white. She also had sneakers that you simply slide your feet into them.

She was jiggling her leg such that her butt was giggling with her. I couldn't help but to notice everything moving. 

I'm not big on anyone shaking their foot or leg when they are sitting down, let alone standing up. Somehow, it feels like a minor earthquake is happening.

I do like looking at butts. I always have. Male or female, I'll look! She did not have any underwear on. It made me think whether yoga pants have some sort of gusset these days. They certainly don't support jiggling.

As you can tell, I don't own a pair of yoga pants. I like wearing shorts or leggings when I work out.

I wonder whether my guy would like the idea of my wearing no underwear with yoga pants. I'll need to ask him what his thoughts are.

Kisses, hugs, gropes, and smacks during a surprise visit

My guy likes to surprise me now and again.

"Hey," he said in a text message.
"Hey... you're lost?!" I asked him.
"Not yet," he replied with a smiley. "I'm in the office. I just got here."
"What brings you in?" I asked him, as it was 4:48 pm.
"I am trying to talk to a software developer. Did you want to drop by?" I asked him.
"Sure," I replied.

My guy gave me the room number that he was in. I walked over. I caressed his head. He groped my left buttock and ran his hand down the back of my left thigh.

I kissed his head and caressed his back. He played with my crotch.

I sat down and we talked. I teased him and he gave me a playful smack across the upper part of my left buttock, which I enjoyed.

He looked at my cleavage. I was wearing a pink scoop-neck t-shirt. He reached in and helped himself to fondling my breasts. I helped myself to caressing his hard cock in his new khakis.

My guy had to briefly step out to make a phone call. He came back and kissed my neck from behind while hugging me.

We obviously had missed each other. Considering how hectic this week has been at work, his appearance at the office made my week much better!

Having lunch at a Middle Eastern restaurant, being groped, and showing quiet signs of affection

My guy pinged me first thing on Thursday morning on our corporate instant messaging application. It is always nice to hear from him.

He asked me whether it would be okay to change our lunch plans. Two of his students wanted to have lunch with us. I was okay with the extra company, but we would lose some quiet time for ourselves.

Well, I found out later that his entire class wanted to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant for lunch. It was nice meeting his students. I especially enjoyed talking to one gentleman who lives in Dallas, but is originally from London, UK.

My guy and I sat next to each other at the restaurant. He discreetly touched the side of my thigh as we conversed with everyone. I went and caressed his leg. He hiked up his pant leg and I caressed his bare, muscular calf for quite some time while chatting with others.

The food at this restaurant was delicious. My guy and I both had beef shawarmas. I went with the platter version, whereas my guy just had the wrap. We also had hummus and pita bread.

I caressed my guy's thigh. He quietly held my hand under the table.

When our entire group was done, we went to settle the bill. My guy paid for me. He's sweet.

We then all left the restaurant. My guy and I were at the back of the pack. He discreetly and strategically groped my left buttock as we went through the first set of doors. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I quietly grabbed his right hand and squeezed it.

We can be affectionate without being bold. It feels good.

Happy Thanksgiving! Lunch with my guy a couple of Wednesdays ago

Happy Thanksgiving! I have plenty to be thankful for in my life. Thanks to you for reading along with me, and providing me with support, encouragement, and joy. The same goes for my guy, my family, and my friends.

Considering that most of my Mac mini issues are fixed, I can move on to blogging more regularly. I am thankful for having a working computer.

I still have an issue with syncing my photos correctly to my iPhone. It works perfectly fine when I sync with my iPod classic, mainly because I sync my entire photo collection to it and it fits. My photo collection is too large to fit on my iPhone, so I have to be selective.

Luckily, being selective has made me realize that the sync works fine for all my photos before I upgraded from iPhoto to Photos. In other words, I only get the photos that I want up to April 2015, even though I can see all my photos after that month in the Photos application. Strange, huh?

So, geeky girl, who can't help but to troubleshoot, is trying something new. I am exporting all my photos to my external hard drive. I created a new Photos library and am currently importing all my photos. We'll see if this task works. It takes many hours to complete, which is why I am running this importing process overnight.

Anyway, over a week ago, I wanted to write about my lunch date with my guy. He drove all the way up to my neck of the woods to see me. We live approximately an hour's drive away from work, but in opposite directions. In other words, he drove for two hours to see me.

We went into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. My guy said that I looked cuter than ever. His sweet compliments come out stronger and more frequently when he misses me.

We ordered a couple of dishes, which were pretty big. It worked out well. We ordered a seafood fried rice dish, and a spicy chicken and shrimp dish. We talked and laughed.

We also held hands across the table. I enjoyed that. He then played footsie under the table. I ended up rubbing my leg against his and caressing his knee with my hand. He pulled my leg up and caressed my toes, admiring the metallic dark blue nail polish that I had.

Once we were done eating lunch, we had some quality time in a corner of the parking lot. We got into my guy's car, with my being in the backseat. He backed up the car while caressing my leg. It was nice.

He then got into the treehouse. We hugged. We kissed. He fingered me a few times until I came. I jerked him off until he came. We cuddled. We napped. We woke up in each other's arms. And, we talked.

It was a wonderful afternoon. It was warm inside of his car, so my guy opened his car's sunroof.

I love that my guy enjoys shopping. Many guys don't. The shopping mall that we were at has an outlet store for a major department chain. He asked me about it. I suggested that he take a look.

He also noticed the mall across from the dealership where he was to test drive a car. I told him that the Bay was there, which is a department store that he shops at often. He told me that he'd go there after taking a look at the potential car, too.

We spent three hours together. It was great. We kissed and hugged one final time. He then looked at my leg and placed it on his lap.

"My jeans have a side zipper," I told him.
"Nice," he said, unzipping it and caressing my bare calf.

It's nice that he likes my legs. I love being with him as much as I can.

Kissing effect and feeling loved

My guy has always told me that he enjoys kissing me. He told me that he has never spent long periods kissing someone as much as he has with me. I feel the same way about his kisses.

The fact that we have full lips makes kissing both pleasurable and intoxicating. When we French kiss, my guy noticed early in our relationship that I have the smoothest tongue. I often outline his lips with it, among other things.

So, when we were romantically kissing while it was snowing last weekend, it turned him on. He was tired, but the kiss made him want to get off.

"We need a brief treehouse session," my guy stated, obviously horny.
"We can use my car. I won't brush off the snow."
"Good idea. There's plenty of it to mask our activities."

So, we had a quick session. We kissed more passionately in my car. It was nice. I got to caress his chest. He reciprocated by groping my breast and thigh. He wanted my leg over his. It was almost an automatic gesture on my part.

He made me reach orgasm first. Kissing him helps. I reached down and found his cock, which was hard in his jeans. I told him that he was so attractive. He liked that and knew that I had meant it.

Sure enough, I got to play with his hard member and enjoyed jerking him off as we continued to kiss. My guy came fairly quickly.

"I want to say sorry for kissing you, but I'm not," I told him.
"I know," my guy said, in a fairly dopey tone.

We rested briefly because my guy had to drop off his donation of coats before the place closed at 20:00. He got most of the snow brushed off his car. He yelled out to me to drive safely. I told him the same.

He drove slowly away, with the both of us waving to each other.

After I had cleared off the snow on my car, I made my way home through the snow, content that I got to spend some quality time loving and being with my guy. And, I felt loved.