They had both been waiting for this day, this moment, this one chance to discover what had been missing from their lives all these years. At the very moment of denying his invitation for a date soon after their high school graduation, she created a void in each of their lives that both would know until reuniting almost ten years later. Neither questioned the glances that were stolen across the busy restaurant; neither hesitated more than a few moments before sinking into a warm embrace; and neither mentioned what had kept them apart for so many years. Only one thing was for certain: each felt a spark, an electric connection that would bring them together for one precious nightβ¦.
Her body is perfect: the curves and delicate features that so exquisitely define the brunette leaning against the tall corner post of the cherry colored bed. Her silken hair, long and slightly curled, and her eyes β emerald with a spark of gold. And nothing seems more beautiful than her ample breasts with erect nipples tinged a dark rosebud pink. Only a slight flick of the tongue entices them to harden, to savor the warmth of oneβs mouth and lips. Her legs are long, and her skin a beautiful golden brown; her full, strong thighs lead up to shaven pussy that can be seen as she slowly steps aside to lower her gracious body onto the soft bed.
Slowly he steps toward the beautiful goddess lying before him in the midst of casually discarded coral shaded satin sheets. Building the anticipation for himself, he gradually makes his way to the bed; he can see the faint outline of her lips and she smiles in the candle-lit room as light dances on the ceiling, casting dark shadows over her body. Rising slightly from the bed, breasts lifting upward with each short breath she takes, she playfully licks her full lips knowing this will draw him to her in the shadowed darkness. Teasing him, she draws one cherry fingernail lazily around an erect nipple.
Silently he sits beside her on the edge of the bed. Taking in the beauty of her rounded breasts, her locks of hair framing her delicate jaw-line, and the shape of her anxious body, he runs one finger up the inside of her tan thigh. Slowly, carefully, he traces a line up her body while making sure to avoid the one place she longs to be touched.