I came into your apartment to find you, as usual, sitting at the computer typing something. I slowly walk up behind you and I begin slowly massaging your shoulders, my hands drifting a little lower each time I work them over your shoulders. I make a suggestion that you stop what youโre doing for a little while and take a break. You, in turn, ask me what I had in mind for you to do while you were taking the break.
I respond not with word, but with actions, I slide around to the front of you and I lean down, my month coming close to your ear so you can feel my breath even as I whisper several suggestions. Each suggestion makes your eyes more and more wide with amazement that I would say anything like that. I smile as I pull away slightly, bringing my face around so weโre looking into each otherโs eyes. I can hear your breathing become a little more heavy as my hands slowly begin sliding down your shoulders, heading toward your breasts. I detour them into the valley between and keep going down over your stomach. When my hands find the bottom of your shirt, I begin slowly peeling it up off of you, letting my hands brush against you slightly as I do, over your stomach, up over your breasts, which are held back by your bra. I whisper for you to raise your arms as I get your shirt up higher and you do. I pull your shirt off and I toss it aside as my hands go back down your arms to your breasts, I begin working my hands up under your bra, teasing your breasts with my thick fingers from the base to the nipples.