You feel so nice as I wrap my arms and hug you to me. I hold you to feel your warmth and enjoy your size. I smell your hair and feel its silkiness against my cheek. Your body, tentative at first, now approaches mine more comfortably. I pull back and you must bend your neck to look up at me. In an instant I take your beauty in... your eyes and nose, your full lips and your cleavage. My eyes are pulled magnetically downward and I can see the front of your body with full hips and thighs' conforming within the soft material as it clings. Slowly my eyes travel back up to your face and I'm delighted with your warm welcoming smile and you softly ask if everything is okay.
I lean forward to kiss your lips lightly but in a moment it becomes more than a light kiss. My body has set off its alarm and made up its mind. I mash my lips to yours and rotate my head slightly and your lips are superbly soft and fresh and your taste is like a perfectly aged sweet wine. You return the kiss just as warmly and my answer is that everything is perfect... now.
I don't know where it started but now I notice your tongue and my own in a sweet nested greeting. And I want more. I want all and can't draw my mouth away. I notice the softness of your back and my fingers massage it lightly telling me you're wearing nothing beneath the lacy blouse with those damned double thick modesty panels that prevent my seeing what else my body yearns toward... and yet allowing my imagination full reign to imagine the subtle wealth hidden within.
Your return embrace increases and I feel your breasts and hips thrusting hard and my own eagerness welcomes and returns it measure for measure. My hands stop wandering and deliberately descend to your cheeks and my palms gently trace over them. I enjoy the feeling of curvature and perfection beneath your skirt. Again... honestly I wasn't checking for it... but I'm aware of no ridge of panty or thong. I remember no stockings and this realization is relayed to my manhood as he raises his head even more eagerly.
You must feel my response as your arms surround my neck and your own kiss becomes intimately demanding. I feel you turn and your hip is against my arousal and moving very slightly in tune with lust's melody. My hands clench your cheeks and I lift you nearly free of the floor in my desire for you. I hear a soft moan from your lips and I'm shaken from my reverie.
Where am I? Am I really with you at last? Can it be? Or is it too much and too good to be true? My eyes had drifted closed moments earlier and now I am afraid that I'll waken to an incomplete dream where I've been in a scene with a Venus.