1 comments/ 27740 views/ 2 favorites The Kiss By: perks I was working late, when I saw the light on in your office. You were working at the computer. Your tie loosened, the top button of your shirt undone, a stressed look on your face. I had just made some coffee for myself, and decided to bring you a cup. I walked into your office, you didn't look up. You seemed to be so involved with your work. I placed the coffee on your desk, and you looked up with a startled glance. "I thought you might need some of this," I said quietly. You looked at me, your eyes traveling the length of my body. You picked up the coffee, and said with a smile, "I definitely need some of that." I blushed slightly, feeling my body respond to your cloaked words, wondering if you could read my mind. You motioned to me to come around to your side of the desk, and check out the project you were working on. You had a few question about company policy. I bend over to look closer at the computer screen, scrolling the project up and down. "I don't see any discrepancies. You seem to have everything under control." "OH, I know that, I wanted to know your feeling on company policy about this," and you slide your hand over my ass, pausing slightly as you feel the strap of my garter belt, then continuing down my leg. I tense slightly at your boldness, not saying a word. Knowing if you slide your hand back up my leg you'll know how I feel. An involuntary shiver runs through my body. I clear my throat and walk towards the door. I hear you following me, and feel your body behind mine as you close the door in front of me, your hand over my shoulder against the door. "Don't fight this," you whisper, "I've seen you stay late every night I've been working." I turn around slowly a denial on my lips, but your lips close over mine and every excuse why this is wrong disappears from my mind. Your arms wrap around me, and you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue across mine, tugging my lower lip between your teeth, then sucking it gently. You walk me backwards toward the desk, never breaking the kiss. Then with a quick move, you turn me around, your lips on my neck, breathing the scent of my perfume mixed with the scent of arousal. I feel you unzip my skirt, and wiggle it down over my hips, your hands rough on the smooth skin of my ass. It slides to the ground with a swish, and without prompting, I step out of it. You pause for a moment, looking at my ass, running a finger along the garter. "No panties," you breath almost a question, but definitely a statement of fact. My back is still to you, and I reach a hand back to the waist of your pants, feeling lower, running my fingers along your growing cock, feeling it push against the fabric. I turn around slowly, my eyes on your face. Your hands move to the buttons on my blouse....and mine to your tie and shirt. Without any warning...our pace becomes quickened...knowing we can't wait any longer. Our lips meet again, tongue against tongue, stealing the breath from me. Your hands tear at my blouse, pulling it apart, buttons popping. You stare in disbelief, realizing in an instant I hadn't been wearing a bra. Pushing everything from your desk, you pick me up and lay me down on it. Bending over me, your lips closing over one nipple and then the other, sucking, biting gently, rubbing your tongue over them, feeling me arch my back and gasp at the exquisite pleasure. I feel your lips stop and I look up to see you watching me. I move my hands over my nipples, down my body, until they slide over my pussy. One hand spreading my pouting lips while the other slides back and forth over my slick wetness. Your eyes glaze over with desire as you watch me masturbate. Your hands move to your belt, unbuckling it, unzipping your pants, sliding them over your hips. With hastened urgency you remove the rest of your clothes, watching me the entire time, as I slip a finger inside myself, then bring it to my lips for a taste. Your cock springs outward as you free it from its fabric prison. You're so hard and throbbing already. You lean over me again. I wrap my hand around your cock, and slide your head back and forth over my creamy slit. I moan against your ear "Please, I can't wait any longer." Your audible gasp as you push into me, sliding into my thick wetness, is more than I can take. I wrap my legs around you, digging my heels into your back, as I push my hips upward to meet your thrust. You still for a moment, letting me get used to your size, telling me, "Don't close your eyes, look at me." I open my eyes and see your face, feeling the tension in your body as you fight with yourself not to move to quickly. Your hands are on my hips as you slowly exit me almost to the tip. Then you grab me tighter and thrust quickly again into me. "Oh Yes," I moan, feeling you stretch me. I can't stand it any longer, this exquisite pleasure, my body wanting to feel you, to be opened by you over and over. "PLEASE..PLEASE," I cry. You look into my eyes and with a steady rhythm, start pumping in and out of me, my tight pussy squeezing around you. Your hand moves to my breast as you continue thrusting in and then sliding out. I arch my back off the desk, and look at you, watching you, watching your cock slide in and out of my pussy. "YOU feel so good, so hot," you moan as you feel my hot wetness then the cool air on your cock. You pull me up for a kiss, then grab my ass in your hands, lifting me, my long legs wrapped around your waist, your dick throbbing inside me. You stumble with me toward the wall, pressing my back against it. I hear you grunting as you continue thrusting into me, my body wrapped around you, hands in your hair, legs around your waist, panting desperately in your ear. I feel you slow, and look at you, then slide my tongue over your lips. You look at me and I can see a thought running through your head. You slowly let me down steadying me on my shaky legs. You turn me around and walk me to the big window that overlooks the city. I can see our naked bodies reflected in the window, and know we can be seen by other people. I feel your cock jump against my ass, as you feel my excitement. You press my body against the cold window, and I gasp spreading my legs slightly. I feel you press into me hard, almost lifting me with your cock. With a scream I cry out as you hit my spot deep inside. This turns you wild...and you grab my hair, and thrust into me harder and harder. The cool window, your hot body, sending shivers all over me. My legs are shaking and you keep pushing over and over again "OHHHHHHHH........yesssssssss.....like that baby.......damn," I moan against the window, my hot breath making a fog where my lips touch it. You whisper into my ear, "Tell me this is what you wanted, tell me." I moan some more, "Yeeeesssssssssss..........god yeeessssss." "No," you grunt into my ear, "I want you to tell me how much you love my cock in you, that you have never felt this complete," and then you thrust into me quick and hard, branding me. "YES,"I scream, "Your cock is all I need, pleeeeeeeasee don't stop." You feel my pussy squeeze around you repeatedly, my legs shaking, a shudder running through my entire body and you know I am close to fulfillment. You slide almost all the way out, and then push in again, smacking my ass with the flat of your hand. Gasping, I feel my pussy tighten harder around your cock, feeling it pulse inside me. You are steadying your rhythm, with every stroke hitting that spot deep inside me. I feel you start to shudder, as I moan against the window, "Oh yes, baby, that is the way I like it.....that's it." Pushing my ass back against you, meeting your thrusts, feeling you grab my hips, pushing me over the edge, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH......fuck....jesus....pleeeeeeeease." My screams of pleasure send you crashing into your orgasm. You press into me helping me ride through mine. The pleasure is so intense. You hold me tight. as my hands try to grab onto the window and just slide against the slick surface. Your sweaty body relaxes against my back and I feel your lips on my shoulder as, panting, I try to catch my breath. I try to pull away from you, but you hold me there, against the window. Your cock softening inside me, evidence of our entwined bodies, sliding down my thigh. Still I struggle against you, feeling almost awkward, wondering what the hell I was thinking. You whisper into my ear, "Don't run from me, I'm not ready to let you go." I sigh and relax against you, a million thoughts running through my mind. "Don't worry about anything," you whisper, "It will be ok...whatever you're thinking about let it go. Just think about right now. Think about us." And you run your lips along my shoulder tugging gently on my ear. I turn my face to you, and our lips meet in the sweetest kiss. The Kiss It all started out so innocently... I hardly know where to begin. My best friend, Lisa, had just gone lingerie shopping at that well-known store, and came by to show me what she had found. Her boyfriend's birthday was the following weekend, and they were going away to a secluded mountain cabin to celebrate. She wanted to be sure he would never forget that weekend. She was breathless with excitement as she came into my quiet apartment. I knew she could hardly wait, but she did sit down and ask for a glass of wine before she started opening the various packages. Lisa is a sweet little blonde, about 5'4" tall, nice rounded ass and pert tits. She was dressed casually, in pull-on slacks and a tshirt that just fit her so well, hugging those lovely tits. I had to smile when I saw the twinkle in her blue eyes, and the huge smile. She took a slow sip of her wine, then began telling me all about the plans for the next weekend. She had a friend close by who was going to go up there early in the day on Friday and make sure everything was perfect for the birthday boy. Finally, Lisa began to relax a bit, and started pulling flimsy, clingy garments out of the bags and showing them off. At first she started trying to show me how nicely they fit by holding them up to her... I finally told her to go into my bedroom and change so that she could have the satisfaction of properly modeling them for me. She was so delighted with the idea, and giggled as she gathered up all the bags. She came out of the bedroom a few minutes later in the most stunning peach satin and lace bustier over a thong panty. The garters on the bustier reached down and attached to matching peach stockings with lacy tops. Her bustier framed her tits beautifully, lifting them up, and barely covering her rosy pink nipples. She did a model's turn, and ran back into the bedroom to change. This time, she came out in the most delicious light blue number - mainly of lace, it framed her best assets, and had baby blue bows in strategic spots. Shyly, she untied one of the bows over her tits, and allowed an excited nipple to peek out. Giggling, she ran back into the bedroom, and came out with a bag. Tossing it to me, she said, "Go on.. that is for you, but you have to model it for me. You didn't think I could go on a spree like this and forget about you, did you?? Now.. go on, show me how it looks." Lisa knows my fondness for silky lingerie. We are very close in size, and often shared special outfits. In this bag was a royal blue all-in-one, and lace-topped white stockings. I stripped down and got into these beautiful new garments. That Lisa - she knew exactly which one I wanted because we kept admiring it in the store window. I knew my boyfriend would love it, but I did not have the money to buy it for myself. The all-in-one was very wicked with bows covering slits for the nipples, and crotchless to boot, but it still discretely covered all the essentials. Shyly, I walked out of the bedroom and modeled it for Lisa, who applauded her wise and generous decision. I went over to where she was standing and gave her a big, sisterly hug.. I was so happy to have such special garments. My hug was returned, and then to my deep surprise, Lisa pulled back slightly, and caressed a nipple through the hidden slit. Kissing me full on the mouth, she caught me off guard as her caresses became deeper. Moaning quietly, she untied the bows over both of my tits, and bent down to take one into her mouth while she played with the other. I was still in shock - I had never had any ideas of being intimate with my best friend like this. We both loved men. Yet, this was very different, and very special. As I came to my senses, I began to return her caresses, tentatively at first, then giving way to the feelings she was stirring within me. She took me by the hand and led me into my bedroom, sitting me down on the bed. Kissing me deeply, she slipped the straps of my lacy garment off, then nibbling and licking my shoulders and the upper mounds of my tits. She slowly peeled the cups down, and took a deep breath as she eased me back onto the bed. "I have wanted this for so long..." she murmured, taking me by surprise. "I never knew," I responded quietly. "And now that you do, what should we do about it?" she asked throatily. I did not respond, but guided her hands to my tits, urging her to play with me again. She happily sucked and licked, driving me crazy for several long minutes. As she teased me, I reached over and began caressing her still covered boobs. Slowly standing, she stripped for me, teasing me with every curve. Then she helped me up, easing my lingerie off, taking my stockings off, and turning me around. Cupping my tits from behind, she started kissing my back, placing little butterfly kisses all around. Lisa played and pinched my nipples until I moaned, then she let me get back onto the bed for more. This time, as she took my dark, lush nipple into her mouth, she let her cool hand wander down my flat belly and onto my hot pussy. Playfully nipping at my excited nipple, she teased my slit with her fingers, occasionally darting inside. I reached up and tweaked her nipple in return, caressing that sweet mound of flesh as I did so. Sensing my need, she fed me her tit. MMMmmmm.. so sweet, so firm. I suckled hungrily at this new delight, running my tongue across her erect nipple, taking it deep into my mouth. No wonder guys liked this so much. Lisa had worked a finger between the folds of my outer pussy lips and was teasing my clit with a well-manicured nail. I moaned, and opened my legs as wide as I could to let her in. She paused and looked me in the eyes... as if to ask if I was sure about this. I nodded quietly. She smiled, and allowed one cool, slim finger to enter my hot little hole, then slide all the way in, nice and deep. She pulled it back out, then slowly pushed it back in. She felt so good. I pushed my hips up at her entrance. Taking that cue, she picked up the pace, thrusting in and out more rapidly. Slowing down, then pulling out, she shifted her position until she was right between my legs. Holding my legs as far apart as she could, she inserted the middle finger of her left hand deep inside me, using the fingers of her right hand to spread my lips wide, and exposing my clit to the cool room air. She leaned down, and took that clit between her teeth, nibbling on it playfully. I jumped at the sensation, then moaned as she began licking my clit and slit, coming back up to tease my clit some more. Finger-fucking me hard and deep with her left hand, she now started rubbing my clit with the thumb of her right hand harder and faster. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm bloom and build, then finally explode as she teased me in the most sensitive places. Slowing her pace down, she smiled, then hungrily lapped up my juices. I surprised myself by being eager to find out how it felt to have my fingers inside a women. I now knew how it felt to have a nipple and tit in my mouth, I wanted it all. As my orgasm subsided, Lisa fell back on the bed and smiled. I smiled back at her, then leaned over her, kissing her full on the mouth deeply. Wanting so much to give her the same pleasures she gave me, I moved down between her legs, and caressed her naked mons. I was somewhat surprised, but she whispered that her boyfriend loved her shaved, so she kept herself trimmed for him. I found it delightful, and wondered what my boyfriend would say if I shaved my dark curly hairs. Lisa spread her legs wide for me, allowing me my first look at a woman. Remembering the moves she used on me, I traced the line of her slit from the top at her pussy all the way down to her tight little ass, teasing her lips. She reached down and pulled them far apart for me, showing off her tiny pink clit. "Suck it for me, please... then rub it. I love having my clit teased," she urged. I had to oblige her, running my index finger over that little pink button. She pushed her hips into my face in response. "Oh, yes... that feels so good. Now more, please," I rubbed harder, then leaned down and took that tiny clit into my mouth. I could taste her slightly salty juices. While I had her clit in my mouth, I let one of my fingers slowly enter her hot, wet pussy. Her fuck tunnel was hot, and wet, and seemed to hug my finger as it entered her, and hang onto it as I pulled it back out slowly. I tried two fingers, holding them tightly together as I pushed them into her deeply. Her hot slippery folds gripped them as I entered her. She moaned deeply, then begged for more. I got the message that I was doing the right thing, so I picked up the pace with my strokes, and went back to rubbing her clit with my left hand. "Oh, Becky.... Oh.. Oh... OH... OH... YES!!!" She cried as I felt a huge warm flood on my hands. I smiled, knowing that I had just given my best friend a very special gift. Her hips bucked beneath me, and I felt the muscles in her cunt clamp right down on my fingers as her orgasm deepened and intensified. I slowed my pace down, gave her clit one final lick, then pulled my fingers out of her slowly. Her blue eyes were glassy as she smiled at me. "I had no idea you would reciprocate, Becky, but I am so glad you did. You were wonderful." "I can't tell you how surprised I was, or how much I enjoyed this. Can we do this again... soon?" I asked. She just giggled in response. The Kiss Ever seen a pair of lips you wanted to just go right up to and kiss? Pity real life isn't like this short tale. Same goes for other parts of the body I suppose....would you mind if I just had a good look/feel of your breasts? Thank you so much for obliging my curiosity. You'd like to see my appendage you see dangling down deep inside my chinos? certainly madam here you go. Lets have an "international show me yours day"! * * * * * He was passing by a baker's shop when he saw their Danish pastries in the window. They looked delicious. As he peered into the shop through the window he saw serving behind the counter a young woman adorned with long thick dark hair tied in a pony tail waving its way down her back reaching her denim clad buttocks; as she turned around he saw she had the most stunning pair of lips he'd ever seen. He decided to buy some pastries. As he walked in he noticed another woman was also serving, an older woman, short and stout. She looked at him and said, "yes?" He tried to ignore her and sought the attention of the woman with the lips. "Excuse me, are your Danish pastries as delicious as they look?" "No!, they taste-a like-a shit, we find-a people prefer them like that-a!" came her surly reply, in a gorgeous Italian accent. The older woman started to berate her in Italian, she gave back as good as she got. He watched her lips mouthing the words. Their movement seemed so erotic to him that his organ stirred; he found himself imagining his erection between her succulent lips being kissed oh so softly by them. "I'll have two please" he offered, to calm him, and them, down. The one with the lips, still talking Italian, arms gesticulating, grabbed a paper bag and strode to the window display. "You wanna one with cinnamon?" she asked sharply, her temper obvious. "Two!" he replied, knowing that wasn't quite what she meant. She stared at him, fire in her eyes. He thought she might hit him or something. "I mean with-a or without-a. Imbecile!" The woman behind the counter muttered something inaudible, gesticulating at her younger co-worker. "With; both; both with" he made clear. She grabbed the tongs and snapped them at his face before reaching for a pastry to put it in the bag. "Just a minute" he said, taking the Danish from her tongs. He pulled off a corner and placed it near her mouth. "Taste it, and tell me what you think. If it tastes of shit, I don't want it" "What? I kid-a' you! " she responded with a surprised look. He neared the morsel to her lips, "I insist". She opened her mouth and placed her hand on his to guide the cake through her lips. As she eat it she moaned in exaggerated delight at the taste. He watched her lips twist and pout as she chewed. "Mmm, beautiful!" she declared, now smiling at her performance. "Exquisitely beautiful" he added as he placed a finger on one lip and ran it across both of them, gathering the crumbs stuck to them. He half expected a slap for this, but thought it worth the risk. She could have moved away but didn't, instead she stared at him, her lips parting slightly at his audacity. She looked at him as he brushed his finger lovingly around her lips several times, savouring their pliant erotic texture. Her lips seemed to grow even fuller and redder as he did so. When he could collect no more he brought the bits to his own lips and sucked his finger clean. She let out a gasp at his action, her eyes narrowed, reacting to the erotic nature of his act, innocent tho' it could seem. "Anything else you wanna?" she asked, her voice softer, quieter than before. She studied him with a puzzled and somewhat stunned expression on her face. "A kiss" he said boldly. She could only refuse, the prize of a kiss from her exquisite, widely flared mouth was worth any amount of risk and boldness. "Wha-t?" she breathed. "A kiss! you know what one of those is don't you?" "Yes of course, but why?...I-a...you-a..." she searched for words to express her confusion. "You have the most desirable lips I have ever seen, I might never see you again and I cannot live without tasting them if only but once in my life" he explained, in the most convincing voice he could muster. "Fool of a man!" she replied looking even more stunned, after a pause she said: "if it make-a you go away then one-a; only one-a!" expecting a quick peck. Without waiting for her to change her mind he placed her head between his hands and gently drew her towards him. His lips touched hers and pleasure leaped between them. He tasted her upper lip with both of his, sucking at the thick voluptuousness, he ran his tongue back and forth along the edge jutting into his mouth. Without loosing touch, to obey her instruction of only one, he slid his mouth down to her bottom lip and gave it the same caress. The sensual nature of her lips aroused him to erection. A deep groan sounded from her throat as her legs weakened, she threw her arms around him to stop from falling, he moved his hands around her and squeezed her closer. Both pairs of lips smeared each other, heads rotating to vary pressure, their breaths stifled against their cheeks. She melted into his caress. Their tongues didn't become involved, this kiss was all about lips, her lips. He made love to her lips and only her lips. Now she understood his desire; the way he kissed her told her; he loved her lips and wanted to show them his feelings and she envied them, feeling their arousal, her nipples stiffened, her other pair of lips parted to secrete into the cotton covering them. Staining them with pungent dampness to accompany her for the rest of the day. She felt his pleasure also, pressing hard on her abdomen. He released her slowly from his embrace, their lips sticking until the last pore parted. She stood breathing heavily, her eyes glazed, her mouth pouting, longing for its lost embrace. He took the tongs from her hand and placed another pastry into the bag. He had what he wanted, the experience of her perfect lips on his. He glanced at the other woman behind the counter, her mouth also open, wide, a hand on her chest, shock on her face. He waved the bag at her to question the price, she waved back at him indicating no charge, or to go away, which he did, looking at her lips a last time, the owner too stunned to speak or to move as he left. The Kiss The kiss... He pulled himself together and took care of his duties in the bathroom. He left the bathroom to find she had ordered room service and a luscious meal was laid out. He smiled and thanked her, sitting down to eat. Together they shared a lovely meal, silently eating and occasionally looking at each other and smiling. No words were necessary. When they finished, they cleaned up the dishes, loaded them on the cart and pushed them out into the hall. He turned to her, smiled and stepped forward. Quickly, he took her in his arms, gazed into her eyes for a moment, then brought his lips to hers. Thus, the kiss began. It started slow and soft, their lips together slightly parted. Then the warmth of it began to build. She felt her toes curl slightly as if they were somehow involved. Her knees weakened a little and he held on to her more tightly. The kiss began to grow. Their tongues took up the kiss and became involved in their own way. First they played tag, hiding from one another and finding joyfully the other exactly where one would expect. She began to lose her senses of the rest of the world. First, the outside sounds disappeared and she could only hear his breath and soft moans that escaped from between their locked lips. Soon the room dimmed and she could only see his eyes, sometimes closed, sometimes locked in hers as they became a part of the kiss as well. Soon she became one with him and her body melted into his. She began to feel her passion rise as the kiss took over more and more of her body. She felt herself growing first warm and then wet between her legs and she could feel him rise and press against her stomach. Their robes parted and their flesh touched completely. She does not recall opening her robe, nor does she remember him doing so. Rather the kiss demanded it and made it so. The began a slow dance as together the kiss took them to the bed. Their legs were in danger of giving out as the kiss consumed more and more of their muscles. Soon they fell softly onto the bed. The kiss lived on. Its intensity growing now that gravity was no longer fighting it. The kiss willed her legs to wrap around his body and that he enter her. No longer could the kiss be denied. It took over their bodies and their minds completely as they lost themselves in its embrace. Their love motion began in the tongues. As they began to direct what the rest of the body would do. His tongue entered her mouth and began to thrust in exactly the same rhythm as his manhood inside of her. She squoze her vagina around him in the same manner as her lips squeezed his tongue. The actions of the kiss became the direction for their lovemaking. Moans escaped her lips as the passion rose and consumed them. Never once was the kiss endanger of stopping as their bodies complied to its demands. The kiss consumed them, built their passion to higher and hotter limits they ever before. The kiss continued on, its momentum building as their bodies mirrored its actions. She felt something begin to rise inside of her. It felt like an orgasm building only much deeper, from inside her body and mind from an area that she had never felt. He too began to feel something warm growing deep within him as their kiss called something deep and primitive inside him. The continued unwilling and unable to stop as the kiss consumed them. It rose inside of them and began to grow hotter. The kiss called to it and it responded growing hotter as they became more passionate in their lovemaking. It continued to grow, building inside of them until their very bodies seemed on fire and the kiss made it more passionate. They knew they had no control now, they were completely at the mercy of the kiss and that which the kiss built. She began to feel something familiar as her orgasm started to shudder but soon she realized that it was more than just an orgasm. It was much more. As she began to become controlled by this new thing he too, felt a familiar stirring deep within his loins. Yet his seemed to pull all of his energy from everywhere in his body and soul and focus it forward and upward. His began to build faster now, taking its energy from every muscle and focusing on his thrusting inside her. She began to convulse like any orgasm but this was just the beginning. The kissed urged the climax on. Like a giant wave, it was preceded by smaller waves of orgasm that she felt and dismissed in preparation for IT. He began to feel her shudder over him and he too began small climaxes but the kiss urged them on. As they felt it growing nearer and nearer the briefly considered breaking the kiss to prepare but they could not stop it. The kiss controlled it and it controlled them. She felt it first as the largest wave overcame her and she moaned into his lips and wrapped her legs around him to take it all in. Waves of heat and spasms shook her to the soul as she struggled to maintain her consciousness. Then his began in answer. White hot cum pumped deep from within him and filled her with the results of the passion. Over and over they came, thrashing while the kiss continued on. Their bodies shook, convulsed and moaned while the kiss maintained its control. Finally, they stopped convulsing and totally spent, quickly passed out in each others arms. Some time as they slept the kiss left them but its memory has changed their perceptions forever. The Kiss The kitchen light snaps into darkness. Tony walks out, carefully watching the two steaming mugs of cocoa so as not to spill them. The room is dark, lit only by the cheery warm glow from the fire. The huge windows to either side of the mantle show lazy snow drifting down to blanket the landscape. He walks to the middle of the floor in front of the fire, stepping carefully amongst the many pillows strewn about. They have created a virtual nest in front of the warm fragrant fire. Setting the Hot chocolate on the side table, Tony quickly sheds his robe and dives for the comfort of the thick blanket in which she lays. Kim's mind slows the moment, catching every detail; the ruddy glow on his skin as it reflects the firelight, the tautness of his nipples as they are exposed to the cool air, even the semi erectness of his manhood as he anticipates her nakedness under the covers. He settles into the cushions lays back, pulling her against his chest. Her skin is smooth and warm, with a fresh clean scent from her recent shower. Wrapping his arms about her, they settle back listening to the gentle crackling of the fire. Kim reaches for her cocoa and sips it tentatively, her tongue delights at the creamy chocolaty taste. He reaches up and slides his fingers into her hair as she places the cup back on the table. Lightly turning her head he leans up and presses his lips to hers, the passion high, it is but moments till he tastes the sweetness of the cocoa. As Tony settles back again, She feels the slight rise and fall of his breathing. She finds comfort in that, a sense that all is right tonight. Reaching around almost subconsciously, his fingers slide out, lightly gliding around her breast. The blankets fall away unnoticed as the heat from the fire builds upon their bodies. Only the light air currents dare coolly kiss their skin, and then only briefly. His fingers track ever tighter circles eventual grazing across her nipples. Light gasps issue from her as she begins to realize the passion she knew was coming. His hands working in concert tease and rub at her breasts in a perfect dance of early lovemaking, constantly granting glimpses of what is to come. Tony's right hand bravely breaks free, fanning out as it slides across her tight abdomen. He travels down, eventually feeling the light wisps of her well-trimmed sex. His fingers split to either side with the middle one lightly sliding over the center. He does not press in at all, but her passion has preceded him and she parts easily. The willingness of her moist sex encourages him and she feels his delight pressing into her back as he shifts slightly to the right to better reach her. He slides his hand back up until that wicked center finger hovers over that which craves his touch. Small circular motions pressing infinitely closer each time brings a low moan from her lips. Kim lays her head back on his shoulder and looses herself in the feelings. A wicked thought enters his mind and he lifts his hand, seeking hers, before returning to her treasure. She looks over at him seeing the mischievous smile on his face. He places her hand upon her pussy and covers it with his own. The blanket falls free with their movements, forgotten for the moment. He aligns his fingers upon hers, their hands becoming one. He presses down slipping her finger into her wetness. She smiles at his excitement, so much the playful child, yet all man. She moans again as he forces her to masturbate at his direction. Tony is the conductor, in the orchestra of Kim's pleasure. His guidance with her knowledge of what excites her brings her quickly to a crescendo. Before she can release though he halts her playing. He pulls her around and she straddles his hips. Leaning forward she reaches down to guide him into her. His tongue flicks out tasting her nipple playfully. Tony quickly reaches over, dipping a finger in the cocoa; he paints her nipple with the sweet essence, and then licks it again. She settles down upon him, the heat of her pussy wrapping him in its tight embrace. As she rides up slowly, he feels the cool air on his glistening shaft. Kim is impatient and begins to rise and fall rhythmically, not fast, but neither slow. A steady pumping reminiscent of the carousel she rode as a child. His manhood filling her deep inside makes her feel complete, loved, and desired. Kim's breathing quickens, it won't be long, the orchestra once again builds. She knows she is close and starts to close her eyes and lay her head back. Tony reaches up, hands to either side of her face, and tilts her head forward. She opens her eyes to see him softly whisper "Look at me." His eyes delve deep into hers and the sensation of being fully exposed to each other's gaze during lovemaking overwhelms her. They see each other's souls as she lets forth a long moan turning to gasp. Her warm sheath squeezes him tightly causing him to respond in kind. His shaft swells, fighting the tightness as he too reaches his peak. For a moment the sex becomes a tug of war as he expands and she contracts until they slip into synch and the pulsing becomes one. She feels his seed warmly fill her and he feels her wantonly pull every drop from him. Through it all, they never break eye contact. Her skin glistens with moisture as the sensations slow and the gasps of each, fade to deep breaths. Grasping each other's faces they lean forward till their eyes blur, falling into each other's hearts, they kiss. The Kiss We were at the movies. It was really just an excuse to get you out a bit -- there was really nothing worth seeing. We sat through part of the lightweight film, but left less than a half hour into it, cursing ourselves for paying for that bit of Hollywood slop. We sat in my car for a bit then, grateful for the company and conversation. I was bored; He had been working twelve hour shifts, so my evenings were empty. You were just happy to be out of the stuffy confines of the house. All in all, it had been a good evening. It didn't have the usual awkwardness of day-after feelings (the bank), though it probably should have, the both of us being adulterers. In fact, there was almost no hesitancy between the two of us in holding hands through the movie. It was like we were on a date -- the intimacy of your arm around my shoulder, me talking about nothing through the previews. But I had to admit, I was feeling the consequences of all the innocent touches, the weight of your arm on my upper arm...I was trying find a reason to stop somewhere private, but I was drawing a blank. Then you spoke. "Well, since the movie will still go on for an hour or so, why don't we go up to Krug Park and look at the stars?" you said, innocently. I was confused. Did you really want to look at the stars or was it an excuse to do the same thing I wanted to do? "Sounds good," I said, and we left. We didn't speak much on the way up there. It wasn't awkward, though, it was comfortable. I parked at the top of the hill, looking down onto the green (though mostly black-looking) hills leading to the amphitheatre and the lagoon. It was already about 8:30, and the summer months were beginning already to fade, the long days growing shorter by minutes. The sky was a dark, seamless blue-black, and from the hill we could just faintly see the small stars overhead. I retrieved a couple of small blankets from the trunk for us to sit on, and you took my hand, leading me into the even darker shade of the trees. We sat under a little birch, and I was reminded of Texas again, under the tree. We lay motionless nest to one another, the hands between us clasped together. It was probably one of the most wonderful moments of my life -- purely loving and deserving. I must have drifted into sleep for a minute, because I awoke sensing your lips right above mine with no notion whatsoever of how they had come to be there. I felt your breath, sweet and warm on my face, and your inhale felt like stealing to me. I opened my eyes, looking into the dark pools you boasted and smiled, thinking to myself that just yesterday these lips were on a different set of my own, and how different they seemed now! I slowly leaned my head toward you, lips suddenly throbbing in anticipation. I was worked up by the mere closeness to you, the possibility of a kiss, and my expectations were high. My eyes closed. I was not let down. I shuddered involuntarily as your mouth touched mine -- a type of energy had come to me from you. It passed, and your lips were moist and soft, tenderly laying on my own in a seemingly chaste kiss. But I was not fooled. Your kiss turned warmer, then hot, and my own lips opened under your to invite your tongue in, making love to you in possibly the most intimate way people can. I had opened my body to you yesterday, now I opened my soul. My body was hypersensitive, I could feel every movement of my clothing on my arms and legs and stomach. My fingers twined delicately in your hair, and every fiber swept across my palm in a whispered prayer. I understood then the cliché of how the earth moves -- I felt it's core throbbing beneath me, its life force pulling us toward it as we spun, the only thing holding us together our lips. I could feel the length of your body, I now knew all it's curves and shapes, and I took joy in it. We moved in unison, a chorus of hands and skin, all moving together to create the opera of our kiss. It had to end, I knew. Every song has its end. At last I drew my tongue back, and our kisses again became simple, but not chaste. Now, these ending kisses had the intimate knowledge of each other, our mouths, of tongues, our bodies. These simple kisses now held not innocence and chastity, but depth and love. I held to you until at last the kisses dwindles, leaving my head cradled in the corner of your arm. We sat there awhile, and then silently, we rose, gathered the blankets, and returned to the car. We had been there almost an hour and a half. That kiss had enveloped us; heart and soul, and we were now forever forged in whatever bond it was that we had created: one of trust, honesty, and love. We left, then, making our excuses on our late arrival, and looking now at each other with an underlying knowledge we knew none other would possess of us. The kiss, one kiss, had married us. The Kiss What goes into the perfect kiss? Well that point has as many sides as there are people. Because no one kisses exactly the same way, nor does anyone like the same things in a kiss. So now that we've stipulated that everyone's kiss is different let me tell you about my perfect kiss. I'd gone over to my buddies house one night with the devout intention of playing Trivial pursuit. For the most part the evening was comprised of couples. There were three sets of couples and me. Everyone wanted to form two teams when they saw I was alone but I replied that if they were scared to get beaten by me I could understand that and teams would be okay. That comment sparked some debate and we ended up playing as four separate teams. We'd only been playing about twenty minutes when there was a polite tap at the door. Marc opened it to admit a lovely little blonde named Cindy. She'd been invited as well. Now I was pretty sure this was a set up. But it was a good setup. I glanced over at Whitney, Marc's wife and I could see that little gleam in her eyes that pretty much told me she had knowingly set us up to meet. But it worked for me, she was a cute little blonde. Maybe five feet four inches tall and one hundred and ten pounds. He blonde hair fell in loose curls to her neck and she looked really good in the blue jeans she was wearing. So she joined me and we set out to wreak havoc. I was three pieces of pie behind but with her on my team we caught up in no time. I'm not sure if the questions just got easier or if I was just showing off, but in no time we'd caught up and were trying to get our last piece. Several turns later we'd won or our last piece and won the game. We did a little celebrating and then sat down with everyone else and did a little talking. We discussed topics ranging from alcohol to the war. No major decisions were reached or lives altered. Just a few people venting their views on each other. The evening had pretty much wound down and everyone was leaving when I reached my decision. I kept Cindy talking until the others had left. "Cindy, if I don't do this I'm going to regret it tomorrow." "Do what?" Cindy replied. I took a little half step forward and bent down to touch my lips to hers. At first it was a shy little probe. I touched her lips and kind of bobbed never quite losing contact with her just touching. And then I leaned down harder my lips pressing back into hers. She kind of stiffened and then seemed to think it over and kissed me back. As her lips pressed into mine I worked my jaw back and forth to slightly open her jaw. As her lips parted I slowly released my tongue to enter her mouth. As my tongue crept between her lips her tongue darted to meet mine. Tasting it and finding it good. Our tongues began to play back and forth all over the inside of her mouth. Now a great kiss is not contained in the lips. As my tongue entered her mouth my hands came up and caressed her face. Finally settling on her cheeks and gently drawing her towards me. When our tongues had begun playing I began to slowly run my hands down her body. They headed for her neck softly caressing it. Moving to her exquisite collar bone and massaging that. They then started down her back gently kneading the muscles. They passed her ribs and I resisted the urge to tickle her. A great kiss does not suffer humor lightly. My hands continued down her body to the small of her back. I've always felt that there is no sexier spot than the small of a woman's back. And I know most guys agree with me. I gently played with the small of her back gently drawing her closer to me. As she got further and further into the kiss she leaned into her small breasts rubbing up and down across my body. My hands left the small of her back and continued down to her petite bottom. Grasping the small orbs they found there and pulling them up and into my groin. I felt her hips buck and her entire body jumped a little but she pressed herself firmly to my mouth and seemed to suck my tongue even farther into herself. As we really got into this I leaned down and kind of bending her backwords I placed my right hand at the small of her back and my left under her knees. I gently lifted her off her feet and held her up in m arms. I moved back to the couch and sat down on it placing her in my lap. Our lips never lost contact, and her left arm circled my head to hold onto me as her right hand was placed firmly on my chest to keep me wanting more. At last and with great sadness our lips softly broke apart. I looked into her eyes and saw a deep longing there. She hugged herself to me and whispered so that only I could hear. "Do you want to come back to my place?" "Yes I do." I whispered back firmly. I never knew Marc had taken our picture until he showed it to us the next week. The Kiss We are so close to one another. Each blatantly invading the other's space, a wall of electrically charged energy making our breath come in short gasps. It is warm, I can feel the heat from your body moving into me, as blood rushes to my head, my face becoming flush with desire. Our eyes are locked together, searching. I feel your gaze uncover my soul, the very core of my being, and I have never felt so exposed before, so utterly naked. I jump, as your fingers first contact the skin of my forearms, following the curves downward, to my wrists and you take my hands in yours. Our hands intertwined, exploring, memorizing each line, intimately tracing each digit, working together finding each others strength, connecting us. A bare fraction of an inch separates our bodies and time comes to a complete stop as we continue our erotic dance. It is amazing how aroused I am becoming, locked together by eyes and hands, I feel as though I cannot get enough air. Nervous, or is it excited, energy flows through my stomach, and, yes, the amazon begins it's flow between my legs. I can feel your sweet breath on my face and I yearn to taste your lips. A gentle breeze glides past us, caressing my bare legs beneath my skirt, sending yet another chill through me. I hear the steady lap of the rivers water against the rocky shore, and feel the cold steel of the bridges rail in the small of my back as you hold me captive in your strong, unforgiving, arms. You step closer, and bring my hands, still wrapped in yours, behind me, pushing my chest out towards you. My nipples, already hard from the slight chill in the air, feel the heat of your body through the fabric of both our shirts. I moan softly when I feel the tickle of your stubble against my cheek, leaning me back further, you are now in control of my balance, in control of me. Your warm, wet, tongue traces the curves of my ear, your breath heavy, your lips kissing me softly, driving me wild. I can feel the heat of your very erect cock pressed hard into my thigh, and I try desperately to rub my mound against your swollen member. You grin, your, oh so evil grin, and whisper "patience" as you continue to ravish my neck with attention. I am aware of nothing, except the excitement you are causing to flow through me, head to toe. Each nerve in my body, utterly lost in you. I move my head to try and catch your lips, but you know me too well, and simply continue your oral assault on the other side of my neck. Moaning, now in frustration, as well as excitement, my thighs sticky from the juice now flowing freely from my smooth pussy, my tongue now finds your ear, and I whisper and moan "please" so desperately, there. I feel your smile as you grind your cock hard against my mound, and bite deeply into my neck. You release one of your hands and quickly hold both of my wrists in the other, still behind my back. Your free hand glides over my ass and pulls me tighter to you, then, reaching in the waistband of my skirt, you pull the back of my thong panties tight. Wrapped in your fingers, you continue to pull and encase my swollen clit tightly in the material. Your cock, now grinds hard against my eager love button, my legs rising to encase you. Bites, alternately soft and hard are peppered along my ears, neck and shoulders. Your hunger for me, increasing my hunger for you. I kiss and lick you as I can, but your ravenous assault on me leaves me weak and panting for air. My moans continually get louder, and I can feel your desire rising in time with each of my moans. Your mouth follows my jaw, ear to ear, and then back to my chin, where you stop, and then look at me. Our lust so clearly seen in each others eyes, your tongue darts out and licks my lips. Finally, I get to taste you. Our tongues, dance quickly outside our mouths, licking and tasting, tongue. My tongue catches your lip, and now our lips will meet. Lip to lip, pulling gently, upper lip, then lower lip, a tongue here, and there. Very warm, very wet, and oh, so, sweet. So softly, our open mouths meet, relishing the sensation of my tongue gliding over yours, sucking your lips, your tongue over mine, sucking my lips. Our tongues rolling together, stroking each other. Your soft moans echo my deeper, louder moans, as the tempo between our legs intensify. You start to bite me gently, then harder, and I am happy to do the same. My mouth is starving for you, but you are far hungrier, and draw blood, startling me I draw back. You lick the blood from me, catch my lip and then my tongue, and suck it into your mouth. I try to pull away, but cannot, and you suck harder, drawing me in deeper. My tongue, and mouth, are now completely enclosed within your mouth. Barely able to breath, I begin to tremble as my orgasm hits. Moaning, screaming from within your mouth, I gasp for air as my hips buck frantically against you, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. You loosen your grip on my tongue and say one word, "beautiful" as we continue to kiss, softer, sweeter, and slower, for the eternity it takes for me to come down from the best kiss I ever had. The Kiss After a long and weary day I come home to a cold and empty house to take a warm relaxing shower. As I finish I dry off and get dressed in my pajamas, only to walk over and lay down in my bed all alone. I try to find solace in the thought that alone my life is uncomplicated, no worries, no one to answer to. With that I stretch out and lay my head gently upon my pillow. Slowly my eyes begin to close and I drift off to a deep sleep, where in my mind I am greeted with the sight of a room softly lit by candles. I can hear some soft romantic music playing in the background. The scent of Jasmine is in the air. I can hear a voice that seems to be the voice of an angel it is soothing and warming like soft shivers down my spine. I close my eyes to try and picture the face that goes hand and hand with the voice of my mystery woman. While my eyes are closed I can feel a soft and gentle touch that caresses my face and then runs through my hair. I can feel her fingers run across my lips delicately with such a tender touch. I can feel her breath upon my neck as if she is giving me her all. A softness sort of like a moist kiss minus the touching of our skin and lips. I can feel our souls dancing, intertwining, connecting to become one. She says she's always wanted to be held by me so I take her in my arms wrapping them about her tenderly like a rose picked so fresh from when the morning dew set upon its soft petals, I hold her close but not to tight with her head upon my chest. My heart begins to race at unimaginable speeds. The pounding seems so loud its like it could be heard from outside on the cavity that holds it. While our bodies are pressed next to each other my arms wrapped around her so delicately all I can think is this moment is more perfect than a beautiful sunset shared by two lovers with one shared soul. She slowly pulls away and wraps her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes. All I can see is the light of stars as I look back into her glowing chestnut brown eyes. She slowly places her soft gentle lips upon mine. I feel her gently push her lips closer to mine as her breathing intensifies and I can feel her tender lips begin to quiver. As her lips touch mine the softness was so unreal, like a feather so light and soft, yet skillful and breathtaking. The kiss seems to last an eternity and when she pulls away I find myself wanting, yearning, asking for more. She again kisses me with the same perfection as before and more intense. Our lips part and I can feel her warm breath upon my lips as her tongue slips past my lips and in to my mouth and entangles with mine. Our tongues dance to a rhythm of their own. I don't want to break away but I must she begs for another and I give in as to kiss her more tenderly this time my hands trailing over her body with sweet gentle touches squeezing tenderly but as not to hurt, my hands stay in places that would not be so appropriate in any other situation. My hands yearn to be wrapped around her waist for an eternity. Slowly I move one hand up her back, gently trailing it over her spine, and the back up her back, then running it through her hair. Her hands are tracing my face softly and the other is holding me close. As the kiss finally ends I finally open my eyes to see this angel and this woman who has perfected the art of kissing. At first I can't see who she is all I can see is the outline of her face and the glow she holds inside. As my eyes adjust to her I see that this woman that I beg to kiss again and to hold one more time is Elena. Elena an angel upon earth, a woman that can amaze me simply with her smile. This is the woman I have wanted for a lifetime. So sweet and caring as she is beautiful and independent. I am speechless as I hear her say it was more amazing than she could have ever dreamed of, I also agree that I feel the same. And just before I can hold her close and indulge in the sweetness of her lips I awake and find this all to be a dream. I am left empty and wondering inside what it means if it means anything, or if it is just my mind at work on a woman I can never have and can only dream of for a lifetime.