Aaaah.

He walked out of the bathroom with that towel around his waist.
I stood fully clothed...the beat of Donna Summer playing in the background.
It was an unsure walk toward me, beckoning him to come closer ....closer.

"This close?" Asked he, totally stepping ihto me that the only possible thing to do was for our lips to touch.

It was a lingering lips on lips sort of kiss. A building of passion, a heat between us.

I had to....my hands on his ass, grinding myself into an ever growing hardness on his part.

The music continued...our kiss became a parting of lips, a licking of lips....a sway of hips in unison, the towel loosening and dropping.

A naked man and me fully clothed .It was time to ask him to undress me....


He did not rush. He teased me with his touch, his gaze....and as he revealed my breasts my nipples like cherry pips, he dropped his head to take them in his mouth.


Aaaaaaaa...could I breath? Did I want to?....or did I hold my breath and lose myself in his pace of "lovemaking" most unrushed?

I know you know....I lost myself...and surrendered.

RB.