She was so beautiful, so sexy.
I watched her clothes caress her skin with each breath, saw the outline of her bra sink into her side, her breasts full, softly hanging. Her whole body jiggled with each movement she used to emphasize her words. Her body whispered to me underneath her voice...sex(touch me)...sex(kiss me)...sex(fuck me). I watched her pants curving over her full hips, disappear between her legs, saw the seam gently part her lips.
Deliciously ripe, juicy was the perfect word. I knew that if I bent to kiss her sex, I could lap up and sip, drink and suck...so full of those juices. Like a peach...running my tongue over it to make the fuzz lay flat. So ripe there's no need to bite it...just suck...slowly...forcefully, until it opens and sweet nectar seeps out. Closing my eyes to savor the moment the first trickle flows over my tongue. I poke my tongue through the raggedly opened hole to scoop out more...
I knew she was like that peach.
I felt her fingertips brush my arm...her perfume tickles my nose as her warm, soft hand lays on my shoulder...she moved closer. "Are you OK?" she said, her voice like a feather over my nipples.
"Hmmhmmmmm...Just a head rush...strange" I said.
"Just give me a minute" I mumbled, trying to shake the image of my tongue and the peach.