Hello...
Her breath shuddered, from anticipation or excitement she wasn't sure.
His palm on her thigh made it's way up to cup her chin slowly, the pressure of his palm and fingertips
thrilling her. His hand never left her body as it made the trip, the heat of hand left her thigh and moved up
to her hip, pausing for a moment on her the full ripe apple of cheek. It circled her waist in a detour, the
small of her back, then slid glacially up her side, touching the spots most other men would pass over,
fingertips dancing.
At her bra strap he paused for a moment, and for a instant she wondered why she'd even wore one. That
roving hand traced the line around to her breast, the flat of his palm against the fabric causing a deep
gasp. It lingered only for a second, just long enough for her to imagine his hand there without the fabric,
just long enough to kick up the heat just another tick. Fingers now guiding, his reach fanned out across
her upper chest, and taking care not get lost in her collar, reached her neck.
From the front, his hand slid along the nape, just above her shoulder, that lone hand circling her to the
back, the moist heat of it now clearly felt where before the clothes had denied her that last sensation. A
finger touched her spine, then even more slowly the hand started forward again, the fingernail of the
thumb on her lobe sliding, the light touch of just the tips on the supple flesh of her neck. His finger kept
forward until with just the curl of his finger held her chin.
His eyes had never broken contact with hers, his hand hand traveled into view almost on instinct, the
pathway of desire on her body clearly marked.
"Hey you" he breathed. His breath was minty mixed with touch of lemon.
"Hey you," she smiled back, trying to gather herself after his nearly intimate hello.
Her breath shuddered, from anticipation or excitement she wasn't sure.
His palm on her thigh made it's way up to cup her chin slowly, the pressure of his palm and fingertips
thrilling her. His hand never left her body as it made the trip, the heat of hand left her thigh and moved up
to her hip, pausing for a moment on her the full ripe apple of cheek. It circled her waist in a detour, the
small of her back, then slid glacially up her side, touching the spots most other men would pass over,
fingertips dancing.
At her bra strap he paused for a moment, and for a instant she wondered why she'd even wore one. That
roving hand traced the line around to her breast, the flat of his palm against the fabric causing a deep
gasp. It lingered only for a second, just long enough for her to imagine his hand there without the fabric,
just long enough to kick up the heat just another tick. Fingers now guiding, his reach fanned out across
her upper chest, and taking care not get lost in her collar, reached her neck.
From the front, his hand slid along the nape, just above her shoulder, that lone hand circling her to the
back, the moist heat of it now clearly felt where before the clothes had denied her that last sensation. A
finger touched her spine, then even more slowly the hand started forward again, the fingernail of the
thumb on her lobe sliding, the light touch of just the tips on the supple flesh of her neck. His finger kept
forward until with just the curl of his finger held her chin.
His eyes had never broken contact with hers, his hand hand traveled into view almost on instinct, the
pathway of desire on her body clearly marked.
"Hey you" he breathed. His breath was minty mixed with touch of lemon.
"Hey you," she smiled back, trying to gather herself after his nearly intimate hello.
Missed you
She took a deep breath.
He wrapped his arms around her, the lush frame of her body pressed against his for only a moment, and
then a moment longer. The smell of his interest filled her nose and she felt his breath on her neck as he
exhaled, warm and steady bringing a warmth that she knew would show as flush when he pulled away.
Her hand came to rest on his broad back, feeling the muscles ripple as his arms worked around her. The
other hand came in lower on the back but felt the same hardness. Her fingers splayed out as she grasped.
She breathed again.
She could feel his body, the warmth of him, the whole of him invading her precious space. She felt trapped
for a moment by his arms, but realized her arms were holding her there. A difference in body length left her
buried in his chest, his essence and cologne filling her imagination. Their thighs came together as the
embrace tightened for a half second longer than necessary.
He backed away from the hug, his face alight with a joy to see her.
"I missed you," she whispered, her voice that quiet whisper that women sometimes get.
"Missed you too." He smiled as he said it.
She took a deep breath.
He wrapped his arms around her, the lush frame of her body pressed against his for only a moment, and
then a moment longer. The smell of his interest filled her nose and she felt his breath on her neck as he
exhaled, warm and steady bringing a warmth that she knew would show as flush when he pulled away.
Her hand came to rest on his broad back, feeling the muscles ripple as his arms worked around her. The
other hand came in lower on the back but felt the same hardness. Her fingers splayed out as she grasped.
She breathed again.
She could feel his body, the warmth of him, the whole of him invading her precious space. She felt trapped
for a moment by his arms, but realized her arms were holding her there. A difference in body length left her
buried in his chest, his essence and cologne filling her imagination. Their thighs came together as the
embrace tightened for a half second longer than necessary.
He backed away from the hug, his face alight with a joy to see her.
"I missed you," she whispered, her voice that quiet whisper that women sometimes get.
"Missed you too." He smiled as he said it.