It’s just you and me now. We’re standing outside your door, the soft city lights casting colored shadows that dance and flicker around us, the warm summer night air whispering through the gentle waves of your long hair. Our arms around each other, you feel my hand against the small of your back, holding you close, the ephemeral glow of a night of cocktails, laughter and romance enveloping us.
As you turn the key in the door, I move my hand down to the edge of your midnight-black mini dress. All night it’s been driving me wild, tightly hugging every shape and curve of your petite figure, a bold stroke of fabric fitted perfectly to your body and dramatically cutting off high on your long, fit legs, moving with your body in a sensual rhythm of temptation and desire.
My hand reaches the edge of the dress and I pull it up slightly, my hand reaching underneath, feeling the curve of your ass underneath. Then, you feel my hand move toward the front of your legs with daring confidence. You glance back at me with a quick, coy smile, moving your hand to pull your dress down and guide my hand away in a silent, teasing gesture of anticipation.