It's been a while since I've seen you, but I can tell that you haven't changed a bit. You're still as good looking as ever and seem a lot more at ease with yourself than compared to the last time we met. We sit outside of Starbucks chatting away, my fingertips absentmindedly stroking the swell of my breast above the confines of my black spaghetti strap top. My legs are crossed and stretched out since my knee was bugging me yet again. Though it hurt in part to the height of the black leather boots that I'm wearing, silver "studs" lining the seam of where the leather stops and the outer sole of my shoe begins. My blue jeans are tucked into my boots, and cling to my legs like a second skin. I have my grey hoodie on, unzipped except for an inch that keeps it closed over my black belt, though the hood is resting on the shelf that my thick chestnut ponytail makes.
I notice that your eyes follow the trail my fingertips are following around and across my chest and I smile slightly, my eyes darkening as a devilish idea pops into my head. I make a suggestion that we head back to my place, since I know that my family will be gone for a while seeing as how my sister is out shopping with her boyfriend and my mother has work all day. We climb into our respective vehicles and you follow me back to my place.
As I walk up to unlock the door you come up behind me and grind your hips into my ass, already showing signs of how aroused you were at the mere thought of being able to take me after all these years. I purr in my throat as I turn the lock in the door and open it, barely able to punch in the pass code for the alarm before you have me pinned to the wall and your mouth on mine. I gasp in between kisses, pretending to struggle against your hands even though I know resistance is futile. After a steamy make out session against my front door, I push away from the door, suggesting we take it into my room before anything gets any hotter.
We go up to my room and my two little "daughters" run to the cage door and beg for a treat. With a soft coo I give them each a yogurt drop, turning to see you watching me half amused at how I baby my rats. I pull an exasperated face at you and laughingly usher the rats back into the cage.
By the time I turn around you've already gotten your shirt off and are watching my face for my reaction. I can almost feel my eyes dilate as I rake my gaze over your upper body, my lower lip in my mouth as I drink in the look of you. I walk towards you, unzipping the hoodie and tossing it to the side, trailing my nails down your chest when I get close enough to you. I pinch and twist your nipples, smiling slowly as I hear you moan softly at the touch. Your hands go to my back and feel around the bottom of my tank top, and I step back and let you remove the top, gazing at my breasts while they are offered up within the black push up bra I was wearing.
I run my fingers over my breasts again, purring and smiling, but gasping as you suddenly start to kiss and suckle the exposed flesh. A shuddered breath escapes my lips as your clever tongue dips between the fabric and my skin to tease at my nipple and areola. You reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my back and discarding in the growing pile of clothes. I reach downwards and remove my boots, kicking them off to the side, noticing that your shoes and socks were already off. I unbuckle my belt and peal my jeans off, revealing white lace thong that barely covers the fact that my pussy is shaved completely. I head your chuckle of amusement and satisfaction and it's my turn to watch you remove your pants, smiling at the strain in your boxer briefs.