Yes, you are standing in front of me and you raise your hands to stroke my cheeks so softly. As you look lovingly up into my eyes I bend down to brush my lips across yours as lightly as the kiss if a lady bug on your skin; you can scarce feel it.
My hands run slowly down your sides until they reach the hem of your loose fitting top and I start to lift it over your head as you raise your hands for me. It catches slightly as it passes over the lacey bra you are wearing and then is on the floor at our feet. I guide your arms around my neck and pull you up just enough until our lips meet; once connected our tongues enjoin in one another's mouths as we taste and feel each other so close.
I can feel the hardening of you nipples through the almost sheer cups of your bra and I reach behind you to release the snap behind you. You step back as I draw the straps over your shoulders and down your arms until I can drop the bra to the floor with your shirt. Gazing in awe at the wondrous breasts swaying from side to side, I capture one in each hand and lean in to run my tongue through the valley between these glorious peaks. I lavish loving kisses and tongue washes across every inch of surface of both until my lips meet the nipples that are the crowning glory. I spend many minutes worshipping each one as you entwine your hands in my hair to pull my mouth closer.
You push me away long enough to rip my shirt open - buttons flying everywhere - and yanking it off my arms, you tackle my smooth chest until you reach my own nipples. Knowing their sensitivity, you lip lock upon them and draw them to their fully-engorged state as I moan with delight. Meanwhile, I reach between us and unfasten the dome at your waist and unzip your lounging slacks. Since they are nice and loose, they slide down your slim toned legs of their own volition.
You follow suit with my slacks - only you have a belt to untangle, a clip and a zipper; this gives me more than enough time to slip my hand down the front of your lace panties and to slide my finger along the moistness of your aroused pussy. God, my darling! You generate such an amazing heat - your cum soaked crouch feels like it has been covered with molten lava!
But wait a minute! You have freed my rock hard cock from my now missing pants - I must have stepped free of them and my briefs - and your soft little hand is slowly stroking me to a seemingly ever long and harder state. How can this be possible? You have urged so much precum from me that your hand glides effortlessly from base to tip!
Taking my only opportunity and using the slickness of my cock to escape your hand, I drop to my knees before you and peel your tiny panties over your flared hips and down those slim legs and off your feet. They stuck just a bit as I pulled them away from your wet pussy but I persevered. I move you legs apart and reach up with my mouth to capture as much of your flowing juices from your thighs and open pussy as I can.
Being selfish, I want the best angle whereat I can attack your delicious cunt and I stand and, gripping your slim waist firmly, I lift you to the edge of the kitchen table behind you. I slide the papers off and push you back until your feet can be placed flat at the edge of the table. You support yourself on your elbows to watch as I pull a chair over to the table, spread your knees wide, and dive in to enjoy the feast you are presenting me.