He waited for the door to close before his "what in the fuck" moment hit him like a freight train and he bolted upright and ran to the door, throwing it open with more force than he intended. He was surprised to find her facing him with a huge smile on her face as she said "gotcha" and put her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips while pushing him back in his room.
As the door closed their kissing became more and more passionate as he pulled her closer to him. It was clear where this was heading, but also clear that he was going to enjoy every moment he had with her. The recording in his mind would be played back over the coming years and he wanted to memorize everything about her. For the right then and there, he was absolutely content to taste her kisses as she probed his mouth with her tongue.
After what seemed like an eternity, she broke the kiss, engaging those dimples and smiling in a way that only she could. "You are making me feel like a teenager again" she told him, not removing her arms from around his neck. He smiled back pushing back from her and spinning her around, grabbing both her hands from behind her and placing them high against the door. He told her "Those don't move until I tell you." And then moved her beautiful dark hair to the right side of her neck, leaving the left side completely free.
He ran his arms around her waist as he began to kiss her neck, slowly moving them up over her shirt until he had both of her voluptuous breasts in each of his hands. She felt as his hands began to squeeze and knead, but with those damn kisses on her neck she was having a hard time focusing. He continued to work her on her tits and she started to moan softly and then felt as he was pulling up her cami. It was form fitting but came up easily as he instructed her to pull her hands from the door just long enough to fully remove her shirt and then to put them back.