In from the elements we come dripping with the rain that cut short our walk in the park. The warmth envelops us as we cross the threshold escaping the cool air as day turns to night. I brush a strand of hair from your cheek and we share a smile. I'm met with your rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes and wonder if there could be anything more beautiful on earth than you are at that very moment. A shudder of your shoulders breaks me back into reality. I shut the door locking away the biting wind.
I usher you into the adjoining room. It's dimly lit with the efforts of a dying fire, but warm and receptive. We move to the hearth and while I add two more logs, you lean against the stone fireplace welcoming the heat. The new fuel crackling, I turn my attention back to you.
Your damp blouse clinging to you reveals your feminine shape and I'm smitten. I suggest that you'll more quickly lose the chill once out of the wet clothes. I'm answered with a wry grin as you see through my thinly veiled rue. Caught, I concede to your gaze and decide on a more direct approach. Moving closer, my hand touching your cheek, we kiss. I withdraw, holding your gaze as I gingerly unfasten the buttons to your blouse. My touch tracing down your neck, I follow the subtle impression above your clavicle to your shoulder brushing aside the material. My breath catches as I admire the swell of your breast still hidden in lace. Another kiss, this one more protracted our tongues meeting and dancing. My heart is pounding and the tightening in my groin becomes more apparent.
