Closing the door behind her, Meg simply dropped everything, spilling her purse, keys and jacket on to the shiny hardwood floor. In one swift motion, she spun me around and pressed her soft sensuous lips to mine. Her lips burning like fire against my own. Arms limp, my possessions followed hers to the floor.
Passion seemed to well up and consume us. I was completely and utterly intoxicated. Meg's soft touch took hold of me at the waist. Slowly and without haste, she traced her hands up each side of my melting body. Little shock waves seemed to emanate from her fingertips.
The slight pressure of Meg's touch conveyed her desires as if we had been doing this all of our lives. Intuitively I slid over and back, continuing our earlier tango. She moved up against me, pressing my back into the hardness of the door.
Our lips separated momentarily, just long enough for Meg's hungry eyes to read me. I was an open book begging to be devoured from cover to cover. God, I wanted her! It was obvious, she knew exactly what I needed, what I desired. Her hands moved up over my blushing cheeks, igniting my inner-flame even further. She seemed so strong and so soft, all at the same time.
Once again, Meg pressed her raging lips against mine. This time, her thigh followed, forcing its way against me. Taking her lead, I thrust my pelvis outwards, sensuously grinding into the firmness of her offered thigh. She slipped one hand away from my cheek, turned it and then lightly grazed my smoldering skin with the back of her hand. Slowly and deliberately, she traced her way down my neck, over my breast to my slender waist.
Our embrace grew tighter with each passing moment, Meg seeming to know my every need. Tugging my blouse up, her tender hand fluttered up over my tummy and made its way to my waiting breast. Rhythmically, I began to rock myself against her, sliding up and down her leg, feeling my dampness beginning to grow. God, she was amazing.
Meg's lips made their way to my ear, first blowing ever softly and then lightly nibbling on my lobe. Speaking for the first time since we entered the apartment, she whispered, "What do you want baby," instinctively knowing the answer. "Tell me hon," she cooed. "Tell Meg what you want."
"I want you Meg," I answered sheepishly.
"What do you want from me baby," she chided.
"I want you to..." I trailed.
"Yes, baby," Meg coaxed. "Come on baby," she commanded softly. "Tell Meg what you want her to do to you."
"Fu--Fu--ck m--me," I stammered almost inaudibly. "I want you to Fu --fu --ck me. Please Meg," I begged. "Fu-fu-ck me. Fuck me please."
"That's my darling," she purred, crushing her leg into me, forcing me to wrap my body around her, enticing me to hump her thigh even harder.
Meg cupped the underside of my breast, touching me like a piece of fine china. Her hand was warm against my skin, sending yet another wave of electricity throughout my body. She kissed me once more, this time holding nothing back as her velvety tongue slipped over my lips. Her kiss was long, deep and slow. I simply melted, lost in her resolve.
Together, we found a sweet rhythm of motion, Meg pressing me and me mashing myself into her thigh. "Cum for me baby," she chided. "Make me happy."
Meg palmed my small, hard breast and began sprinkling kisses across my neck and shoulder. Her free hand found its way down to my curvaceous ass and pulled me even tighter. My emotions went into sensory over-drive, overwhelming me, causing me to grunt inaudibly.
Gently, Meg began tweaking my nipple, alternately pulling and twisting. God, I was in heaven. A wave of energy seemed to rise up within me, heightening our frenzy. Now completely uninhibited I began grunting, "oh," with each delicious thrust. "Oh -- ohh -- ohhh -- ohhh," growing louder.