I picked up your shirt and put it on. I knew you wouldn’t mind as you laid there, with one arm propping yourself as you watched me gather my things and walk from the room. “Get back in here” you called after me. And when I didn’t obey, you came in to find me, standing before the sink washing my face. You waited until I washed the last of the soap from my face, then turned me towards you, sliding your hands inside to cup a breast with one, and my ass with the other. You pulled me in tight as you kissed me long, hard and deep.
There is just something about a woman in a man’s shirt – dress shirt or t-shirt. For the woman too!