On returning home from the restaurant, I unlocked the door and let Amber enter the house first, as I usually did. But to my surprise, however, she did not immediately turn on the light. Instead, she reached for my hand and pulled me inside until I was pressed against her. The only light came from a streetlamp's glow permeating the closed curtains and a pair of night lights used to help us navigate in the darkness.
I closed and locked the door behind me, and she tipped her head up to me. Our kiss was wonderful, full of love and respect and trust.
It seemed like a nice end to a nice outing.
Stepping back and still holding my hand, Amber led me through the mostly-dark living room to the sofa and had me take off my jacket and sit. I was genuinely curious as to what she was planning, especially when she spread my knees and stepped between my thighs. Slowly, in the glow of the streetlamp's curtains-diffused light, she shed her jacket and set it atop mine on the sofa.
When Amber slowly descended to her knees, her hands trailing down my torso and onto my thighs, I knew exactly what she was planning to do, and I felt a stirring within me which soon became visible through my slacks.
Through my clothing, she caressed me, enticing my arousal to grow and solidify. She looked up at me with large expressive eyes, and I could not stop myself from reaching out to her and caressing her cheek. She turned her face into my palm as she continued to gently fondle the expanding bulge, and I sighed happily, enjoying her touch, enjoying touching her. Amber's free hand found my free hand, linking us symbolically in the same way in which our hearts were already linked: as one.
She continued to stroke my hidden erection long after it had reached its full size. Still holding my other hand, she planted soft kisses all around my groin. Our hands would occasionally squeeze, a reinforcement of our mutual affection and desire.
Even though it was evident what she planned to do, I was still a little surprised when Amber finally took the zipper of my slacks between her fingers and pulled it down. I was mesmerized as I watched her, thrilled that she was taking this step, that she trusted me enough to allow herself to do this to me, for me. My hands brushed her hair back out of the way, and she looked up at me with a small smile of gratitude and eyes which made it clear that this was to be an event dedicated to my pleasure.
She fumbled a bit, but eventually she brought my solid manhood into full view. My erection stood long and proud through the open fly, saluting this amazing young woman. A few seconds later, she had extracted my testicles as well, and they were already heavy with my love.
