I’m Alex 25, and this is the hope for what happen after our upcoming date this next week.
So…. let’s say we arrive back to my apartment on a late summer evening. The dews already beginning to former on the street and grass but the street lamps radiate a warmth cast by there soft yellow lights.
We take the elevator up to the 8th floor and the tension is almost tangible. So thick in the air you can taste it. We just stare and scan each other up and down in anticipation.
We get to my door number 806 and as soon as the final tumbler in the keyhole turns the carnal switch in both of us does too. You push me through the threshold and I push you against the door as we together close it with the force of our movements.
I grasp your thigh and move my hand gently but staggered up your sundress. You can feel my hand move around you like it’s reading brail. Confident but detailed.