“To us.”
“to Us!”
We touch our wet glasses together with a clinking ring. The colors of our cocktails dispersing orange and pink hues from the candles on the bar. Our full drinks held together in a toast as our eyes gaze together. “Us!” We’re together! Finally together after all the attempts and tried and the work to make this fit. Finally we’ve fallen softly back into this space all our own, physically within our own love, our own world. I see your loving eyes, your happy mouth, your face becoming a pureness of you, bare and just lovely. My other arm wraps a bit tighter around your back and fingertips stretch to feel more of your body’s surface. Our hips are open, warm and close, forming two magnetic V’s, gravitating closer, failing at making being dressed seem reasonable. Together we move, pulling and diving, falling into one another to collide into a kiss. The type of kiss we make when we’re together, a kiss with quivering, driving start, a churning, fulfilling middle and only an optional ending. Moving our mouths and lips with each other, rocking and licking and sucking.
I take little peeks at you, seeing your perfect concentrated face kissing and being kissed, needing more, diving deeper. I close my eyes again, falling deep into a world of our kiss. Kissing as if we’re building something, generating an energy and passionate momentum. We twist our bodies close, lips rocking together, tongue tips playfully visiting, face nuzzling close and warm. We’re together, we’re us. Meanwhile as our lips churn together hungrily, our raised glasses are still comically held together, drops of cool condensation dribble down our fingers. My pinky finger slides away from it’s small role in grasping a drink to wander towards your pinky finger. Our smallest fingers begin to respond and muzzle together adding one more physical connection to our horny yearning bodies.
Finally with a little last savory taste and suck, our lips slide apart giving way to our smiles and unfiltered joyful feelings. We finally sip our toast, all while eye-fucking one another over our luscious drinks. The boozy fruited favors run down my throat as I crave to taste yours directly from your lips. The drinks are set down, so that we may use all of our arms to fully envelop one another. Drawing the limits of our bodies to the edge of one another, cradling and kissing and squeezing. My hands wander grasping handfuls of your waist, your hip, your breast, kneading them and holding them through your thin clothes.
My fingers slide down your stomach and slowly find a rest over your warm pussy radiating through your jeans and my firm fingers work to make a playful impression. I stretch an arm around you, pulling our shoulders together, melding our bodies alongsides one another to block a view of our travels. Your hand falls to my crotch and begins sliding a tease up and down my hard cock. I helplessly lose myself in your eyes, your loving face, as waves of pleasure flow through my entire body. Your fingertips playful pinch together on the pull of my zipper. My eyes widen knowing that with a few gestures that you could could be powerfully grasping my cock in your hand. I feel insane for begging you to not reveal me within a crowded bar all while hoping that you’ll overstep again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bv2q99/mf_a_playful_toast_and_many_kisses