I want to go to dinner in the city. A dinner where words are not spoken, but the glances and stares between us tell a story. A story of lust and passion. I want to feel your leg rub against mine as our eyes never stray from the other. Each of our faces framed by a grin that can only be described as devilish.
After the bill is paid, I take you by the hand and guide you outside. We walk along the busy street with headlights casting silhouettes of the beauty beside me. I pull your hand, and your body with it, close to me and kiss your full lips with carnal lust. We duck down an alley and I lean your body on the alley walls. Kissing your neck and lips, embracing the aroma of your perfume. My hands feel the soft curves of a vision of beauty turned reality. Your softness is offset by my increasing rigidity. My hands slide towards your sex and discover uncovered wetness beneath your short red dress. i take a quick glance into your eyes and smile before my finger slowly curves inside of you. Your eyes roll back in pleasure and a moan escapes your rose colored lips. I gently thrust my fingers inside of you, faster and faster, feeling you wetness drip down my hand. You kiss me and give a look of your own, you want more. I turn you around and grasp the rear that is seared into my dreams. I undue my pants and remove my hard veiny contoured member. You hike your dress up slightly. Slowly I guide my cock into your wet enveloping pussy. I take your hands in mine and place them on the wall that has become the only part of the world we recognize. The headlights of the passing cars cast out shadows of our ecstasy. I feel you tighten up in pleasure again and again, soft moans, quivers and heavy breathing are the only sounds I hear. Thrusting again and again making sure you are satisfied in mind and body. Only then do I release into you.
We collapse into each others arms, and laugh a laugh of pure understanding before we make our way home.
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