The words you said to me weeks ago rang through my head that day as we ate popcorn, "Don't fall in love with me."
So I assured you once again that I'm not in love with you.
"Good," you say, "I don't think I could handle that."
It has been over two weeks since that day of my reassuring you. Over two weeks since our last encounter. That stolen time away from everything else. Still I feel you next to me, as we leaned into each other for that first of many kisses. Oh how your tongue plays with mine. Never have I kissed someone like you. The experience of your years teaches me so much. I did not know that someone could draw such passion from what used to be such a simple thing to me. It is now an art and I am the student with you as my master.
I remember your cool hands at my sides as you slowly lift my shirt. You apologize for them being cold and I assure you that it feels good. Your hands always feel good to me. I do not even think about your clothes as I am still captivated by your kisses. At my failing you take control and open your shirt. As always I am taken aback by the sight of your wonderful chest, broad and firm to my touch. The sudden exposure to the chill hanging in the air makes your nipples harden....or were they that way already from the caresses we have been sharing. I let my hands roam your chest and then your back. Rubbing, caressing, holding you tight to me, but still ever within your kiss.
Your head lowers and I know what will come next. Further down you go as your hand cups one of my breasts. Waves of pleasure flow through me as unconsciously my eyes close and my head tilts back. And then it happens, your hot mouth on my waiting breast. That expert tongue of yours works its magic once again. As you move from one breast to the other I catch myself holding my breath, concentrating only on the movement of your mouth on me. I look down as suckle me and am amazed that this is no dream. I will not wake from this. You are truly here and pleasure keeps building within me as each moment passes.
You come up and kiss my lips once again, rubbing your chest against mine as you rise. You move into me with your groin and I can feel you hard against me. My hands make their way down to caress you. There is so much of you, much more than I have ever taken before that I wonder if it will hurt. You are pinned inside your slacks so tight that it becomes uncomfortable for you. With a quick unbuckling of your belt and tug at your zipper some of the strain is relieved and my hands can play farther.
Still ever kissing we hold and caress, passion building stronger. Finally you ask me "Are you ready for your present now." Breathlessly I say yes and nod my head in case my words are too soft to hear. Your hands undo my button and then slide my zipper down. I ease my pants and thong down to my knees. Next I hear a thunk as your tool belt hits the floor along with your slacks and briefs. The noise startles me, but you reassure me it was only the wrench on your tool belt that made the noise and not someone at the door. Nervous laughter comes to my throat as I try to calm myself. My mind races with thougths of "we can't get caught, how would we explain, we both have so much to lose..." Your kisses come to my mouth once again and all my fears are once again swept aside.
