So you like my new dress?
I like your new dress.
This conversation had been going on for a while now. Ever since you came out wearing the little black curve hugging piece. Short sleeves, a generous cleavage proudly displaying the orbs of your breasts, tight at the waist and finishing right above your knees. And as you now climbed the stairs in front of me I could not help but stare at your very shapely behind. You stopped and looked over your shoulder at me.
You really like my dress?
I moved until we were face to face, almost touching.
I really like your dress.
You lift your neck to kiss me but I overtake you and climb the stairs to open the door. With an offended air you go by, getting smacked in the bum for the attitude. I close the door and see you putting down your things, back turned. I purposefuly stride towards you, grip your shoulders and pivot you, forcing your back to the wall. You shriek and drop your things, but I'm locking you in place with my hands, intensely staring into your eyes. My leg moves between yours and you squirm.