You went to a party today. I was so glad to find you'd shared your day with me through a photo of the surroundings. At the bottom of the screen, I could see you there, your legs slightly spread, relaxed on a couch. I couldn't help but go where my thoughts took me.
When I saw your legs, I couldn't help but want to be between them.
Kneeling on the floor in front of you, looking up at you coyly, playfully, smiling knowingly. Slowly inching my fingertips up your legs until I reached your knees, tracing them with a light touch before pushing them apart so I could get closer to you, feel you when I lean against you; press myself against you until I was satisfied with your reaction; until I could feel you swell under my breast. Slowly rising up, my hands would firmly but slowly glide up your pants legs until I could make you squirm or flush. Oh, I'm sure I'd flush too, shades of red and pink spreading slowly up my chest, neck, and into my face. My skin would prick in anticipation, my pupils dilate in excitement, lips would part, wet with bated, heavy breath. I'd smile shamelessly, invitingly until I could feel you give in to me; until you wordlessly called me. The edges of your expression softening, a smile beckoning me.
I'd take the short climb up slowly, purposefully. Deftly, I'd slip my hands out from under the hem of your pants and place them on your clothed thighs, giving myself the leverage to stand up easily before pushing your knees together with my own, placing one knee on the sofa next to you. Leaning forward ever so slightly, I'd grab your hand and softly trace it, exploring each crevice, bend, knuckle, tip with my own fingers. Pulling it up to my lips, I'd kiss each tip before parting lips sucked a finger into wet warmth, letting my tongue play over the length. Giving a small smile, I'd bite down lightly before removing your finger, guiding your hand to lay against my hip - an open invitation to touch wherever you'd like.
I want you to lightly trace my outline with your large, comforting hands, exploring each place with a small and purposeful probe here and there. Your fingers would travel down to my mid thigh, hooking the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly as your hands slide underneath, skin meeting skin. Each touch would leave a small kiss of fire wherever you touched, making my breath catch, my eyes flutter. Moving over my hips, your hands would rest on my ass, gripping firmly before pulling me closer. I'd reach out, placing my hands flat against your chest, leaning my weight into you, letting my hair fall around my shoulders and face, looking down at you through half lidded eyes. I'd bring my other leg onto the other side of the sofa to straddle you.
