"So, how do I look?" The eighteen year old girl asked to the boyfriend as she stood in the living room dressed for the marriage both of them would have to go to.
The boy, naked after taking out his pajamas, stopped to stare at her. His eyes went from her shoeless feet, until her well combed, still humid, black hair. The green dress she was wearing had no sleeves, leaving her soft and smooth arms visible, and would almost reach her knees.
She couldn`t stop touching an orange silk strip she had tied around her stomach, and which would have a part hanging on the side of her body. As she bent to grab a small white flower that fell from her hair, he could catch a glimpse of her full-grown breasts. In a second, she took the plant and placed it back close to her ear.
In his eyes, she had always been beautiful. Unfortunately, he doubted she knew how much he adored her. He didn`t answer the question, however. Instead, he walked in her direction. Without moving his eyes from hers, he got close enough to kiss her red lips, taking her gently in his arms, as if touching a fairy, and tightening her perfect body against his, as if the touch was the only way of sensing her. She moved her head to the side, kissing his neck.
In a single second in that position he could feel her entirely. He could feel her silky hair on his face and the point of her little nose on his neck just slightly above her wet lips. He could feel her slow breathing on the almost imperceptible changes of pressure of her firm breasts against his chest, and her heart beats combined with his own. He could feel the nearly insignificant movements of her rips teasing his crotch, her left leg against his, and her both light feet stepping on his ones.
Moving his head back a little bit, he could find space to go for her lips passionately, playing with her tong. They had been a couple for about one year, yet he couldn`t imagine anymore how to live without that beautiful fairy.
He loved that sensation, her arms lightly falling around him, the subtle and sweet smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the warmth of her body, the cute sounds she makes when she wants to stop the kiss to say something.
"Hey! Careful not to rub your dick in my dress, Danny!" She complained, trying to look serious, but laughing. "I will be hugging lots of people with it".
"You mean... Not to rub my dick like this?" He started moving his rips so that his penis would slide over her stomach from one side to another.
"Yes, exactly like that!" She held tightly his dick with the right hand to stop it. "Wow, how can a dress make you so hot? And, what is that? Cum?" She noticed a little bit of it on her silk strip.
"No worries. I will clean it," he finished the sentence kissing her once again, and gently holding her hand for her not to release what she was holding. He took a clean piece of cloth from over the table right next to him, positioned his left arm on her shoulder, and his right one rubbing her stomach carefully.
"Hey, listen to that," she asked looking exited.
"I am listening," he answered, without taking his eyes from the work.
"It is a riddle. The more it dries, the wetter it gets. What is it?"
"I don`t know. Your uncle Tom?"
"What the hell?! "
"The more he moves, the more sweaty he gets."
"Shut up. It is a towel, you silly! The more it dries someone, the wetter it gets!"
"Ok, that`s nice."
"Isn`t it...? Hey, my stomach is not there! You are to loooooow! Wow!"
"Sorry, Cupid, I better not get us dirty before the wedding." He was already taking his hand off her, when she grabbed it with her free one and kept it on its place.
"I don`t think anyone will be seeing my panties," she said with a malicious smile, and beginning an up and down movement with her right hand.