She didn’t know how they ever concentrated on finishing their ice cream, but as soon as the bowls were empty their arms were around each other and their mouths were too busily intertwined to talk.
Deborah reached up and unbuttoned Derek’s shirt and slid it off his shoulders. At the same time she felt herself being unzipped and she lifted her butt to ease the removal of her pants.
“Did you have an accident earlier?” he asked.
She looked down. Her panties, although dry, were stained yellow. She felt tears well up in her eyes. Had she finally grossed him out. “Yes,” she admitted. “It was in the restaurant at lunch.”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier? You could have changed into something more comfortable.” His arms were around her. He pulled up her t-shirt, exposing her breasts, and dried her tears with the corner.
