Seeing your hands lift my top to free my heavy breasts gave me goosebumps. The softness of your lips on my areola as your tongue swirls over my nipples puts a hitch in my breath. I like watching your hands on my skin as you fumble my top back over my breasts. Long thing fingers and a wide palm to cover most of me. It was the way you looked at my lips. Slowly raise your gaze to meet my eyes right before you move in close. You smell of earth and gunpowder from hunting all day. Its that moment I realize the close quarters. The men's room of a dive bar doesn't seem like the place you'd seize the moment. But here we are a breath away from our lips touching. The feeling of your strong hands at the nape of my neck as you slip your warm tongue in my mouth. Contrasting sensation in the strength of your hands on my neck while you're pressed to the front of me caressing my exposed skin. The texture, the taste of you against my tongue and lips The hem of my skirt rising at your insistent fingers. You don't find any barriers to my folds. Breaking the kiss to smile at me mischievously. Sliding one finger along the seam of my mound. Its the way you watch my chest rise and fall. Your dark eyes meeting mine. I shiver at the promise of such lingering fingers. The moment is broken by responsibility... The phone rings. We separate quickly. "I never do that. Make the first move."
I stare blankly. 'Then why did you do it tonight?' "It felt like the thing to do." With that wicked smile you turn to leave for the night.
Did you know I still chew on my lower lip when I think of that kiss? Did you know that I still touch myself the way you did that day? Mmmm, one day I will know the sensation of your fingers inside me. One day you'll hear that gasp of pleasure as you push into my tight slick flesh for the first time. Then I'll find my way back to level ground. The safe place to watch you from afar. The way it was before we met.
