The sunlight slanting through the glass bathing me in the warm glow. I watch the driveway anticipating your arrival, my hands unconsciously sliding over my silk encased hips. A slight squeak is all the I hear before a pair of warm strong arms slide around my waist, warm breath caressing the side of my neck as you press your cheek into my hair. I part my lips to say something, but no words come out as your finger presses against them. I understand then that no words will be spoken. Your hands are warm pressed as they are against my silk covered skin. Your fingers slip easily over my breasts finding my nipples already hard poking against the fabric, you close your fingers around them rolling my nipples gently.
Your hands guide my dress off letting it pool at my feet. Your hands press against me, but this time directly against my flesh. You trail your fingertips over my skin, barely touching, goosebumps forming. Your mouth mimics your fingers, I moan softly and you stop, I start to beg you to continue and you step away from me, my body losing the warmth of yours. I stand still, biting my lip. This time when you touch me your hands are no longer so gentle, they grip my bare ass cheeks, squeezing them, one hand dipping into my wet heat from behind. I fall forward slightly bracing myself against the window, your hands on my thighs, parting them. I hear the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, and then just before I feel the fire from a strike of your belt I hear the whistle and know what's coming. My breath fogging the window as you bring your belt down against the taut flesh of my ass marking it, making it burn, my teeth firmly biting my lip now. And yet the smell of my arousal is still filling the room and my juices sticky on my thighs.
