She stirs in her boots and moves her hands up to feel my body next to hers. "No—hands at your sides," I scold.
She obeys. I pull her hair away from the side of her neck and begin tracing my lips along her exposed neck, beginning to kiss lightly, alternating kisses with intentional inhalations, pulling on her ear lobe with my lips, gradually working my way around to the back of her neck where I let my teeth close gently into soft flesh of her nape.
By now her breathing has increased, as has mine. The erection in my trousers brushes against her waist and she leans into me. I weave my fingers through her hair right against the scalp and close them in a tight fist. Her knees buckle. She gasps.
I support her with a tight grip on her upper arm. Pulling her head back I lean in and brush my lips along her cheek toward her mouth. Her lips part as mine meet them. Slowly at first our lips join, then tongues, very slowly...inhaling...tongues probing further, more intently....lips firmly together, grip tightening on her arm, fist in hair hair...her hand reaches up to me again.... I pull away, letting my fingers trail down her neck. This jacket must come off.
I squeeze my aching cock through my trousers....arghhh...relief will come some, my friend.
As soon her jacket begins to slide off her arms and expose the flesh, I am sampling—kissing, nibbling, exploring this new find. Fresh, warm, inviting...my teeth cannot resist the occasional closing on muscle...I lick and suck my way upward, teasing, pulling, inhaling....teeth now grabbing at the silk blouse and pulling. I run my fingers slowly along the neckline, dipping down slightly where her blouse exposes plunging cleavage, finger tip catching the upper edge of a dark black lace bra....