After a heat wave that had been lasting for too long, the weather finally turned. And with the turning weather, thick fog came rolling in.
After too many afternoon spent suffering in sweltering heat and baking sunshine beating mercilessly through the windows, suddenly a wall of grey mist blocked the view of the neighbourhood. From the street below, you could hear the footsteps of people passing by, but from the third floor, you could not even spot a passing shadow of whoever walked by.
"Let's take a walk!"
Moments later, jackets that had been left unused for weeks was dug out of closets, and it was possible to step outside without getting drenched in sweat after seconds.
The neighbourhood was unrecognizable. You could hardly see more than two or three meters ahead. Sometimes people passed by. You could hear them long before seeing them, and it sounded as if the footsteps were just half a meter away in the sea of fog. Yet countless seconds passed before you could even begin to sense a form, and then only a few meters away. Cars passing were only two luminous balls in the dark.
So we strolled around in the streets that seemed strange in the fog, not knowing for sure where we were. Low residential blocks disappeared, and were replaced by houses with hedges. Traffic was something heard far away.
I got a sudden whim as we passed a transformer kiosk at the roadside, stopped, and put my arms around you, giving you a big kiss. The sudden stop made??you stiffen in my arms for a moment, but then our mouths met, you softened, became less tense. The tip of your tongue came out between your lips, playful. I pushed you up against the wall, determined but soft. You put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, pulling me closer. We stood there in the fog, snogging like a couple of teenagers.
I let my hand run over your back, down and further down until I had a tight and wonderful ass under my hand. I squeezed it a little, playfully, and was almost surprised the little moan I got for my effort. You pulled me closer, your tongue finding mine, examining it in small, frantic circles. I squeezed again, and got another moan from you, while your soft and delicious body churned against me, wanting me even closer, even though it was not physically possible.
I let my hand slide up slightly, finding the waistband of your pants, slipped fingers inside, and found soft, warm skin. My hand slid downwards again, this time inside of your clothes, and little by little I found the way down to your ass again, buttocks filling my hand, squeezing gently again.
For the first time in an eternity, your lips let go of mine, and warm breath washed over neck and cheeks as you moaned again, digging your hands into my hair, pulling my mouth down to your neck and shoulders.
I pulled aside your jacket and your top, finding more skin. Gently kissed at all the places you loved to be kissed. The small pit between the shoulder and neck, gently and softly along the side of the neck, and upwards toward your earlobe. Meanwhile, I continued your butt, again and again, small and rhythmic squeezes against naked, lovely skin along with each kiss. Every little moan told a clear story. Someone liked what I was doing. A lot.
I got my hand out of your pants, let them pass one last time over your ass , passing over your hips and your thighs, searching forward. I found the zipper on your pants, and considered for a second to undo it, but decided to refrain for the moment. Maybe a little later.
Instead, I let my fingers follow the zipper downwards, then the seam in your pants. I half expected to be stopped, but all that happened was that your mouth found my earlobe and gave me a gentle bite. I let my fingers continue.
I could feel that you were hot and possibly also soaking wet through the denim fabric. I let my hand slip gently back and forth. Felt your body tensing against me, relaxing, then tensing again, as my fingers rubbed back and forth.
Your hands had begun to move as well now. Had found my belt, pulling impatiently at it, fighting with belt buckle, wanting it open. Then you started on the button. Generally, you had steady hands, but right now, it seemed as if everything was difficult. Just to make things worse, I continued to let my fingers rub in between your legs, a little more pressure, so I was sure you would feel it even more. Finally, the belt was out of the way and my fly open. Nimble hands found their way in behind the elastics of my boxer. Cold, lovely hands. A shiver passed through my body as they found my already rock hard my cock.
This time it was my turn to moan, caused by a gently squeezing hand.
My knees betrayed me a little, my hands forgot what they were doing, and all I could feel were the fingers that engulfed me.
Before I knew what was happening, it was me standing with my back pressed against the wall, while you pulled my boxer further down and let things slip out into the open. Oh my god what lovely hands you had.
Your eyes seemed to glow in the dark, most of all by lust and impish mischief.
You let your hand slide up and down the shaft of my cock, gently and with great care.
Meanwhile, your other hand sought out my balls, tracing them with your fingertips.
Then I heard it. The sound of footsteps approaching.
I had no idea how far away they could be, but they were coming this way.
You heard it too, for your smile grew a little wider, a little fuller of mischievousness. I began to suspect what was going to happen now, as you began to kneel in front of me.
The sound of footsteps grew closer still.
My god, you knew what to do with your mouth.
You pulled my foreskin back, before I could feel the tip of your tongue gingerly slipping over the head, wet and delicious. You let it play up the sides, and then along the ridge, just the way I loved it.
I did what I could to hold back a groan, but it was impossible.
