The Third Picture
I looked into the box and I took out a another picture. Again you were the centre of the picture, it was evening and behind you a balcony rail and the lights of the city below us. I saw the straps of a short black dress and I smiled at the remembrance of what happened that balmy night.
It was a night that seemed to speak of the magic of romance, the full moon shone on the the city below the hill that the hotel stood on.. We had decided to eat in our room and a warmth in the air allowed us to dine upon the balcony and feast upon the sight of each other in this romantic setting. You were stunning in a black dress that hugged your figure so sensually and showed off your athletic legs. I felt my cock twinge with desire. Once the waiters left our food we fell upon it with gusto. I took your photo as we ate.
Sated we sat looking down on the streets below and we drank from each other and the wine. A touch from your hand brought me into your arms and I began to kiss you.. Our lips met and tongues entwined massaging and exploring. The feel of your body against mine was arousing and you slipped your hand down my trousers to stroke my cock through the thin cloth I held you against the wrought iron of the balcony. Our kisses became tinged with a passion that promised much and our bodies ground together. I could feel your nipples boring through the fabric of your dress into my body as my cock strained at my trousers.