I imagine you dressed in a figure hugging dress, which more than reveals your lucious legs. We’ve just got in from a night of non-stop flirtation, teasing and mind sex. You lead me to your lounge, your heels seductively clonking off your wooden floors. And now your there, stood next to your sofa, blue eyes provovatively oggoling me, tempting me, encouraging me to make the first move.
And being mere mortal, I no longer resist. I approach and stand close to you, I raise my hand to your face, and gently brush back a fallen piece of your hair. From here my hand naturally cups your cheek. I pull you in, our lips getting close, a brief pause, we feel each other’s warm breath. Anticipation of our first kiss builds and erupts passionately!
Our hands explore each other. I lift up your dress, so I can tickle and caress your bottom, which I find to be covered in a material that’s delightful to touch. I slowly unzip the back of your dress. Without our lips parting, you let your dress glide off your body, revealing yourself. You’d elected not to wear a bra that evening, a fact that hadn’t gone un-noticed at dinner, when our feet were playing under the table. I break our kiss, and move for your neck. Your perfume excites my senses. Passion takes over and I bite your neck, you nibble my earlobe in response, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.