She ran her hands down the side of my face, leant in and lightly kissed my mouth. She pulled back and looked at me, she was nervous. Her hands moved down to the front of my shirt, where she slowly unbuttoned it one at a time. She then placed her hands on my torso, moved them up over my chest. She moved my shirt off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor as she continued to run her hands over me making their way down my back to my arse.
The heat in my body rises; it had been a while since we had been alone together. My body craves hers, when I see her my mind takes me back to how we are together, how I just love to fuck her. In the normal world we often clash but the temptation to be with her can be overwhelming at times.
My mind comes back to the present time. Her hands are now at the front of my jeans, where she is unbuttoning them. She puts her hand down the front of my pants and releases my aching cock from its restraints. She runs her hands over my hard sex; I can't wait till it's her mouth over it. She sinks to her knees, I moan, I know what she is up to.