I sneak up on you while you're standing at the kitchen counter gazing out the window and talking to your sister on the phone. I plant little wet kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders, turning into nibbles as I wrap you in my arms. My hands trace the outline of your breasts beneath your top, exciting your nipples to erection. Slipping down, my deft hands come to rest on your stomach within reach of your mound of Venus. I pull you closer so that you can feel my excitement at being near you. My body still damp, fresh from the shower. You say your rushed good-byes discarding the phone to rattle noisily across the counter top.
My fingers tickle your stomach with slow, lazy circles as they slip under your shirt to feel the warm softness of your skin. My lips all the while nipping and kissing your neck and ears. You hold my arms with your hands and press your body against mine, small gasps of pleasure fall from your longing lips. My arms escape as you brace yourself against the counter. Untying the drawstring to your pants I sneak my hands into your panties to caress you, barely touching your soft, manicured pubic hair. I let my fingers slowly drop to the sides of your pouting lips where their soft curves blend with those of your thighs. They play along the warm crease. Pressing your lips together I feel your clit swell with excitement under my touch and your heat builds. Eyes closed now, your head lolls back against my chest and your breath quickens. I let your pants slip from your hips to gather at your ankles. Instinctively, you step out of them as I pull the loose top over your head and from your raised arms, casting it aside. Expectantly, you stand motionless in your panties and bra as I adeptly unsnap the hook and let the confining bra slide down your arms to the floor. Cupping your full breasts in my strong hands I knead and press them together as they rejoice in freedom from their constricting bonds. The nipples, hard and erect, pull the areola with them into a dark foundation atop the creamy smoothness of your breasts.
Your hands naturally reach behind you, searching for the hardness you so love that presses into the small of your back. Finding the object of your affection, you trace its length with your fingertips feeling it jerk from your touch. Squeezing the shaft, you pull the skin, feeling it slip up and down with the motion of your hand. The veins and fullness, the weight and girth, hold a passionate promise in your grip. Desire flames.
My hands move down your stomach and once again caress your sex through the silky French cut lingerie, gently at first but with increasing pressure. You want to press your sex against my hand but find you can't move restrained by the hot phallus pressed firmly against you. My hands move to your hips and grind your body against mine for a moment, then release you long enough to coax your panties down your thighs until they too flutter to the floor. The heat from my engorged member ignites your internal flame like a gust of hot wind to a forest fire.