The sun beamed in through the window and shined a bright shaft of light onto me eyes, awakening me from my slumber. Slowly I rolled over to see her lying still in my bed. My eyes blinked as consciousness crept slowly back into my being. I remembered every little detail about the night before. The martini's that seemed to never empty. The band with its kicking horn section and siren lead that belted tunes comparable to Billie Holiday. And of course the dancing, my feet and legs were still sore from the constant motion around the floor. She fit perfectly in my arms and at times it was impossible to tell where my arm ended and hers began, we floated across the dance floor like a single being.
Slowly I got up from the bed and plodded to the bathroom. I brushed and mouth washed the martinis from my mouth, looked in the mirror to see a grin still left on my face. She was radiant flying through the recesses of my memory as she did through the changing shafts of light on the dance floor. Her long sumptuous legs periodically peering from the long slit in her flowing dress. Her eyes crystalline and shining bright as she gazed at me.
I wandered to the kitchen, started the coffee maker and poured two glasses of orange juice. My old lab slinked into and nosed my knee looking for affection. I patted his head as I downed the first glass and then refilled it. As I slowly walked back to the bedroom with the two glass of orange juice, I peered down the hall to see her sleeping so peacefully. Her leg hung long out of the covers as she moved gracefully to hr side. I could see her perfect form outlined by the crisp white sheets.
As I slowly made my way back to the room the images of our previous night flooded my mind. We had laughed all the way home and quickly put some jazz on the stereo. Lighting some candles and began a slower more sensual dance about the living room. Her long body pressed close to mine. She looked up at me, her mouth slightly open, I could taste her sweet breath. Our eyes met and desire locked into our gaze. Slowly, softly our lips met in a simple kiss. Perfect, sensual, slow our mouths closed together, our air mingled between our lips. With the slightest touch our tongues met in the middle.
Our bodies still swayed to the soft sounds of the jazz, pressing closer together, holding each other tight. As the passion of our kiss began to build, our grip tightened. My hands moved down her back slowly pulling the zipper of her dress down. Her hands cupped my face and her fingers trailed over my neck beginning to unbutton my shirt. As our tongues began a passionate samba our hands and bodies made short work of our clothes. Before the disc was on to the next soulful tune I could feel her naked body pressing tight against my own. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her aroused sex as she slowly lifted one leg along the outside of my own. My own hardness pressed into her as our kiss intensified.
