I start by seeing you across the room, admiring you, bright eyes, seductive lips, full breasts. I am locked in a conversation but my eyes drift often to you. You notice me and shift your body slightly, a better view, I see your stocking encased legs stretched languidly to the floor, ankles crossed comfortably. I feel my body stir but stay rooted. Later, as I stand alone, I feel you brush by me, turn and say "hello." I stammer out a response as you smile knowingly. Stepping forward I inhale the sweet scent that is wrapped around you. I feel a short intake of breath and stirring in my trousers, but I put it down to fantasy.
Our conversation begins, little things, history, friends, work, and recreation--but always in your eyes I see a knowledge that bores into my soul. Music is in the background but there is a seductive dance being played out between us, your fingers play with your drink, with your jewelry, with the table. My eyes lock on yours, but then slowly take in the curves of your body. I am enchanted, yet nervous. We step outside for air, the sky is clear and there is a cool breeze that is welcome given the inner heat that has taken hold of my body.
Standing close to me, I hear you whisper, "nice."
I don't know if you are referring to the evening or to me, or to both. I feel bold, I respond, "extraordinarily." There is silence between us as we gaze at one another. Your hand reaches for mine and pulls me ever so gently towards you; our faces are inches from one another, our eyes still held to each other. Our heads tilt slightly and we move together. I feel your breasts pushing against me, your lips, deliciously grazing mine. There is no frantic pushing or pulling, our lips touch softly. They vie with one another for contact. My hands are around your back; one of yours firmly grasps the back of my head.
I kiss your upper lip, then the lower, my lips swaying back and forth in gentle contact with yours. My body is heating--yours is tensing. My lips shift to your cheek, again slowly brushing against you. I murmur in your ear, words of joy and indecipherable syllables of passion. Moving back to your lips, we both open our mouths together. Tongues snake out and softly press against each other. Your taste sends me further into a dizzy spin. Coupled with the texture of your skin and the smell of your body, I am in sensory overload. Looking into your eyes, I see them heavily hooded and know that you are as intoxicated as me.
Breaking our kiss and taking my hand you whisper, "Time to go someplace more private..."
We leave the party, tempted to find a dark corner, we both know a long night is ahead and our intensity will only build as we travel to my home. As you drive, I watch your skirt ride up your thighs, I am hard and fidget, you smile. Somewhere along the way you have unbuttoned two buttons on your blouse. I see the curve of your breast, full and tempting encased in a sexy white bra, my mouth waters.
You are fully teasing me, and I play my role, watching, waiting, anticipating. I direct you through the streets of town till we finally pull into my driveway. We sit and stare at one another, I reach and you come into my arms, your hands gripping my biceps, our lips meet in a rougher and more impassioned kiss. Little sighs escape your lips as our tongues do battle, the windshield quickly fogs and I manage to gain a small semblance of control and gasp that we should go inside. You nod, unable to speak, and we head for the doors.
Once inside we lose all sense of decorum. Your body crushes me against the just closed door. Your, breasts press hard into me, your pelvis fighting the pressure from mine as I push my hardness against you. Our fingers intertwine in hair, in clothes, and against each other. You grab my arms, thrust them back against the wall and pin them there. My shoulders pressed back against the wall forces my pelvis to jut forward, like a cat you begin to rub against me. Your blouse is fully open, I gaze as your breasts move back and forth, threatening to burst forth from the confinement of your bra, I see the edge of the bra biting in to your flesh and wonder what it will feel like when my tongue traces that ridge.