You always knew I liked your caboose.
Its those form fitting black pants of yours and your heels. That graceful walk is something I admire. I imagine your nakedness under the covers with me while I hover over your skin. I can glance my eyes towards you and I feel and erection starting. I often feel like I should not hide this from you and simply share when the growth is there.
We are out for dinner. You in an easily accessible dress and high boots. I know what you are wearing underneath because I saw you get dressed in from of me. This was right after I made you cum with my mouth. My tongue flicked your clit slowly.
We sit at the window on the deck touching each other’s legs. We can see the people walking past us to the beach, dinner or whenever. First course arrives; beet salad. Perfect we share and laugh. We are kissing and flirting, and you raise your leg over mine. I stroke your smoothness, and you know I am hard.
You reach down over my crotch knowing my cock is throbbing. A gentle squeeze doesn't help it to go down. I reciprocate finding your black panties, running my fingers over your mound.
The waiter arrives and takes the empty plates away. We sip on our drinks – you house white, me soda water, and lime. Clearly in-congruent.
You whisper in my ear “off to the bathroom be right back”. I say “OK”. Time passes slowly, but you arrive back all-smiles snuggling in closely, and leg over mine again. I resume my caressing. This time I feel your crotch sans underwear. my fingers dancing on your lips, and along your “cleft”. You smile.
Main course arrives and we banter more, laughing and teasing, sucking each others fingers and whisper dirty things – like “my balls want your touch” and you respond with “go down on me like you know I want you to”.
In a flash but slow enough for me to see you unbutton your the top most button on your blouse. The clothing parts the way for the human’s largest organ to appear; skin. I can see the top of your cleavage, curving down to your black bra. The bra is tiny, small enough to just scoop under your breast leaving the nipples exposed. I can’t see your nipples, but I will.
Waiter; “Coffee, or dessert?” Me; “Decaf, and I’ll have some dessert; chocolate ice cream” You “Decaf”.
Waiter leaves. You “Huh?” “What’s with the dessert?”
I smile and slap your mound. Why? Because it’s there.
We banter some more. Your fingers dancing on my hardened tip. I know pre-cum is everywhere. I will have a huge damp spot where previously it was dry as a canvas shoe on a hot Las Vegas pavement in July.
We finish, and walk arm-in-arm back to the room.
I spot your pinkness. I found it hard it hard to walk and place my right hand in my jeans pocket pushing my cock upward and to the right so it’s more in the “middle” of my zipper. My balls are close to my pelvis filled with cum.
In the other hand I am carrying the ice cream,
You use the card to slide the door open, and by this stage you have opened two more buttons. Your nipples are completely exposed. Pink.
I know you aren't wearing underwear, and you are standing a few feet from the bed. Without warning or a sound you are thrown face down on the bed and your legs slightly apart. I hold your head down so you can move and trace my finger up the back of your leg – tearing away your dress.
I part your legs and arch your back – arms out in front. I say nothing.
I open the box of ice cream and take a huge bite. With it positioned in my mouth I move towards your opening……
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