It's the middle of winter, you bring you freezing cold butt into the house. A long distance relationship has caused this as a result.The one time you get to see her and it is super cold outside. You're over at her place. No one else is at home but you and her. All her roommates have left. You both have just arrived here after she came to get you from the airport. All she does is talk nonstop. She's such a chatterbox. Two hours in a closed cramped space in the flight and the freezing cold weather were enough to make you tried but now there's the chatter. The house is cozy.
She's busy running around and making you feel at home. One second she is checking to see if that blanket is warm enough and then the next second she'll be running to check on something in the kitchen. Two steaming cups of tea sit in front of you. You had expected some steamy sessions of kissing with her but the closest to a kiss was a peck she gave you at the airport.
The non-stop talking was really getting at you now. She was having a whole political debate with you but your mind was elsewhere. She continues to chatter with her conversation all over the place. You slowly inch towards her, thinking she doesn't notice. As you move to put an arm around her to hold and hug her, she quickly gets up.
This was not going where you wanted it to. She is wearing a giant sweater that you just really wanted to rip off. As her discussion continues to talking about a poster she recently bought, you're exhausted and don't want to do this anymore. She knows it as she glances at you. Innocently, she asks you if you want anything else and before you can reply, she offers another cup of tea, blankets and food. You shake your head no. Holding you by the hand, she takes you to her room to show you how she's decorated the place.
Entering the room, the smell of a light fragrance wafts around. It was that flowery perfume she wore. The room is lit with two candles. A light glow adorns her as she wanders into the room. Just so she doesn't feel like you're not listening, you try to participate in her ongoing discussion but you're bored out of your mind.
Reading a quote on one of her posters, you realize that she suddenly became quiet. There was silence all around except for the sound of her movements. Turning around, you find her unrolling her tights and taking the elastic out of her hair. Her hair gently floats down onto her shoulders. You begin noticing that she made the effort to look sexy 'effortlessly'. Her face glows; you see the dark eye makeup lining her eyes and the rosiness of her evermore inviting lips.
The huge bulky sweater that sat on her frame slides off as she steps out of it. She looks like a piece of art. The lingerie she had carefully selected to define her curves was dark and sexy. You can't peel your eyes away. The curve of the cups holding her breasts were inviting you to feel them. The midsection of the body suit that was cut out to expose her skin to the air made you want to slide your hand on that soft skin and pour kisses on it.
