I have a lovely mental image of you and me at the local park. We're walking home together, stopping to chat and flirt constantly. It's late and dark but there's enough moonlight that you can't help gazing at my cleavage -- hell, you've been subtly doing so for hours already. You also can't help but notice the way my flimsy shirt barely rests on my shoulders, it looks like the slightest movement will cause it to fall from my shoulders and expose my breasts completely -- which is in fact the truth.
You've been fantasizing all night about slipping my shirt from my shoulders and now I'm standing there, half naked in the moonlight. You can't help yourself, first your fingers and then your lips trace their way over my breasts. You gently roll my nipples between your fingers, which makes me moan softly, your touch causing a sudden surge of heat between my legs.
I can feel how turned on you are as I pull you close and my fingers frantically try to manipulate the button of your jeans. I just have to get my hands on you, it's all I've been thinking about all night. You weren't aware but I've been watching you for hours, admiring your powerful body, imagining you naked and writhing under the influence of my tongue. I slip my hands inside your jeans eagerly feeling for that rock hard cock. Mmmmmmm, you feel so good as I trace my fingers over your length and gently circle your head. Your tongue is playing with my nipples -- making them even harder as I press myself into you and playfully squeeze your cock.
I free your cock from your jeans and we both sink to the ground exploring each other with hands and mouth, hungrily. I'm so wet already and I'm sure you must be able to smell my musky, sexy scent.
Your hand leaves my breast and starts tracing its way down my body, causing me to moan and shiver with anticipation. You run your hand up my thigh and I can feel your surprise to find that I'm not wearing anything under my skirt as your fingers lightly brush against my very wet pussy.
I shudder at your touch -- so fleeting, so tantalising. I want so much more, it's almost unbearable. I undo your shirt, pressing my breasts against your bare skin, loving the warmth where we are touching and the strong contrast with the cool night air. My hands explore your chest and stomach while I trail kisses along your neck, deliberately and slowly, heading seductively lower, tasting every inch of you, playing with your nipples, teasing you, lightly dragging my nails over your skin. I love the little gasps and delighted moans from you as I kiss lower and lower, my hair sensuously skimming across your chest and stomach. You can't wait for my soft, warm lips to reach your cock which is so hard and aching for some attention. I can feel your pulse racing with anticipation.