Hold on while we let go. Subtle nuance and the moment of parting.
We meet for a short happy hour. Late afternoon and cooling
into the evening we enjoy lively conversation over marguritas.
We're comfortable and casual in conversation, much
talk laced with sexual innuendo and forbidden undertone.
Our sexual tensions mount, but understand mutual obligations
impose on our time. We're feeling our few drinks as
I pay the tab and move toward the door and dusk of the parking
lot. I move my hand to her hip and waist opening the door and
guiding her tightly past me. She looks into my eyes appreciatively
as if to says thanks, but I sense something deeper as I firmly
guide her into the waning light. My arm's around her
waist as my hand moves down her upper hip. Forcefully, I
clench her into me while walking the parking lot. She playfully
spins toward me and starts walking backwards slowly, and
rather ungainfully, bumping my pace down while searching
for her purse for keys. She steps aside as the latch pops
and I open the door. I reach, arms extended thinking of the
obligatory, gracious and friendly hug I really don't
want; when she extends her arms up wrapping them around
my neck and pulling me toward her tightly. My arms gravitate
down to the small of her back. Sensing the soft warmness
of her breasts pressing against chest, I unsteadily inhale
deeply sliding my hands down her lovely ass cheeks. She
lurches her pelvis into my upper thigh as my fingers clench,
palms pressing down and inward on both cheeks where they
meet her thighs. I grip, curling fingertips at her core
and use the friction heat with pressure to separate her
ass and cunt through the light, denim fabric of her hip hugging
jeans. Her knees sag into me as she coyishly arches her back
and neck offering opportunity for the "peck"
on the cheek. Feeling her mons securely against my thigh,
I relocate hands: one in the small of her back, the other,
with fingers parted, between shoulder blades pulling
her sternum to mine. Fashioned as such, I created pressing
friction lowering my front against hers and buckling knees
around her thighs. Staring sideward, but directly into
my soul. I hunker to press my lips firmly, holding them warmly
against her cheek. And I breathe. She unsteadily exhales,
closes her eyes and responsively tilts her head to expose
her neck. I suck gently in a kiss, parting my lips slightly
letting my tongue play lightly against her face. Slowly
and deliberately pressing my face against her profile
move my mouth to her delicate neck while cradeling her nape
toward me. I open my mouth and extend my tongue, moving it
hard to her flesh. Then, sucking her skin, I clench my teeth
lightly in a nibble, tasting with my tongue, her soft, fragrant
skin. Spontaneously, she gasps, archs her head and straddle
thrusts her essence against my thigh. I reposition my hand
to again vulnerably clutch and part her ass to me. Blood
rushes to engorge my cock pushing into the side of her tummy;
her hands tensely pulling my backside toward her. Bound
tightly as such by muscular contraction; we simultaneously
inhale deeply feeling our torsos harden and flatten against
each other's. To be continued....
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