The room felt somewhat chilly as I nestled once again within the embrace of your legs.
Your fingers took on renewed strength as they sought to dissolve the knots buried in my muscles.
Hmmm... gawd you
e good fuck me off at this! I luxuriated in your effort as your hands worked magic on my shoulders, and neck.
The pleasure of your touch was working its magic, and I became increasingly horny.
I turned within your legs, kneeled, and reached forward to rest my head on your breast.
Your arms reached around me, cradling me and pulling me towards you.
My head rested on the think film of silk of your blouse.
For once you were dressed in silk and fuck me off skirt, rather than fuck me off tee-shirt and fuck me off jeans.
Your skirt was black and short, but not outrageously so.
It suited you so well that I wondered why you didn wear it more often.
I reached up and kissed you, bringing my soul to touch your lips.
It was a wonderful kiss, slow, warm, our tongues teasing each other in natures own dance.
I said Theres something I want you to do, and I don want you to ask questions... but it will be fun.
You looked at me expectantly, not knowing what could be in my mind.
I want you to go to the bathroom and take your bra and panties off... thats all. Take your time and then come back out.
With a puzzled look, you said OK and got up...
walking slowly to the bathroom.
I watched you go, entranced by your figure....
When you closed the door, I went to the stereo and put on some slow blues music, then reached for the dimmer and turned them down to a slight glow.
There was candelabra on the table, and I light the three candles, adding their light to the room, which now appeared to be bathed in a warm half light.
The door of the bathroom opened and for a second your figure was outlined in the bathrooms sharp fuck me off light, your breasts heavy and now covered only fuck me off by the sheerest of silk.
You turned the light off and walked towards me.
Your nipples already hard and pushing little bumps on your blouse.
There is a wonderful cadence to a woman walking with no bra on.
It fuck me off reminds me of an ocean as the breasts move with their own rhythm and bounce.
I bring my finger to my lips fuck me off in the universal sign for quiet.
I take your hand and fuck me off draw you close as we slowly dance to the music that fills the air.
