My first irl date with Him included Him fingering me, in a public space. Before that we had, naturally, chatted and spoken on the phone like a million times. But still. Our first irl date. The chemistry was so on. Our first kiss. Tongues and groping. Just so hungry for each other. Hungry and needy and horny. Like some teenagers. 

Such a happy memory. I think of it every time I pass the place where we groped each other and where He put His big hands down my pants, to feel my wet, wet pussy. He told me later that the scent of it (my pussy) lingered on His fingers until He got home and had a shower. The scent of His cologne stayed on my skin.