The First And Last Kiss

I’m sitting next to you, close enough so our legs gently graze against each other. My red dress is short enough for you to get a glimpse of the bow on my pull up black stockings. I catch you looking and I blush whilst pulling my dress down. You try to ease the tension by making me laugh and I tilt my head back. The strap on my dress gently falls off one shoulder, exposing my neck and collar bone. I look at you and hold your gaze for a second. I smirk and push it back up. It’s like you’re undressing me with your eyes. As I move my hand back down it brushes against yours and I feel a spark igniting me. You reach out to take my hand. I let you. You slowly caress my skin with your other hand, circling your fingers, sending little sparks along my arm, across my chest, into my tummy and finally between my legs. I look over at you as you’re leaning in towards me. You brush a strand of hair away from my face, your hand resting on my cheek. Your hand moves slowly onto my neck, your fingers gently sliding through my hair. I close my eyes and feel your breath, your lips gently brushing against mine, soft and teasing. I respond by opening my mouth slightly wider and by gently biting your lower lip. I slip my tongue in slowly, your tongue meets mine, tasting each other. You move slowly, your beard teasing my skin, your lips stroking my neck, tracing upwards to my ear, sending me over the edge. I place both hands on your neck and pull you closer, kissing you harder and more passionately.

I pull away abruptly. There is a tinge of sadness in your eyes as you know what is about to happen next.

I get up and rush to the exit, never looking back.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ql2rrz/the_first_and_last_kiss