"Thanks for a lovely date, angel," he said as he walked her up to the door of her apartment. He watched as she fiddled with the lock on her door; it had a tricky lock he usually opened for her, but tonight he was in the mood for watching her bottom wiggle as she worked at it. The way her skirt moved over her bum and hips as she did certainly was a lovely view.
The cool fall weather made them both a little chilled, but neither was in much of a rush to finish their date. They had been walking around the neighborhood for a bit, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Both were a little wound up already; just being around each other had an impact, but the time they spent cuddling and kissing on the bench in the park had made both of them pretty heated despite the chill.
"I'm sorry you can't come up, my sister is home," she apologized. "But you can come kiss me for a bit inside the building and warm up, if you want."
He smiled, and held the door open for her as she finally got her key to work in the lock. They went inside and under the stairs leading up to her place. It felt a little private, but not overly, and it was quickly becoming a favourite spot of theirs for goodbye kisses after dates.
She sauntered into the corner, and he followed. As she turned around, he reached for her and slid his hands around her waist, and gently squeezed her sides and hips, drawing her close.
"You looked especially beautiful tonight," he said softly, looking into her eyes. She swallowed and stared back, her eyes dropping eventually from shyness.
He pulled her in, pushing her long hair away from her neck with his nose and kissing her softly on her right side while murmuring into her neck.
She felt her legs get a little weak and her head go cloudy; he really was quite good at that, she thought. Her arms draped over his neck and toyed with his long hair, tugging on it a bit as he made her body tingle.
He kissed up, slowly, to her ear, and nibbled on her earlobe, whispering how hot she was making him right into her ear, telling her how much he liked her and how good she felt in his arms.
Pulling back, he kissed her briefly on the tip of her nose, and smiled; she did the same back to him. She had a dizzied look on her face from the kisses and words, and whispering in her ear always had a big effect on her. He brushed the hair back from the left side of her neck and moved in again, kissing a little more hurriedly this time, his hands on her waist pushing her back gently but insistently against the wall of the stairwell.
She felt her back bump gently against the wall, and his pressure on her front, squeezing her between them. His kisses on her neck were making it very hard to concentrate and she could feel her pussy getting wetter with every minute. His hands kept repeatedly squeezing her hips, and then slowly making her way down and snaking behind her bum to grab her there.
His lips danced their way up to her left ear, and he whispered a question into it, the low rumbling of his voice making her knees and pussy quiver.
"I'm going to slide underneath your skirt. Is that okay, lover?"
She squeaked and gasped a little, overwhelmed by the sensation. She nodded and buried her head in his neck. Her hands in his hair went from teasing to holding on to him for support as she felt her knees buckle a bit.
His hands slid down and under her skirt, cupping her bottom and squeezing it tightly in his hands; the feel of her lacey panties under his hands made him growl softly into her ear.
"These feel nice, princess," he said as he fondled her bum, his fingers digging into her cheeks and coming perilously close to her cleft. "They feel very nice, I think. Did you wear pretty panties for me today?"
"Yes," she squeaked abruptly. "You told me to wear a skirt and I knew that meant pretty panties too."
"Of course it does, angel. That's my very good girl," he said, smiling at her effort to please him. His lips slipped down to her neck, kissing and licking and then making their way up her neck to her chin and lips.
He took one hand off her bum to brush the hair out of her face - all the activity was mussing up her hair pretty thoroughly. Then he looked into her eyes and leaned into her lips for a deep kiss, punctuating it with a tight squeeze of her bottom.
He moaned deeply into her as they kissed, and she could feel the vibrations from that throb through her body and down into her damp pussy. The hand on her bum had effectively pushed her short skirt almost up over her hips entirely, exposing her to the relative privacy of the stairwell. His fingers, relentlessly squeezing her bottom, dipped underneath her panties, cupping her bare bottom.
