~ This Morning ~
by G. Roswall



This morning I woke up to a dream where...
I was in a bar, having my drink, when a stranger came up to me and asked me to dance. Even though I said no, she was still hovering there, trying to paw me, the 'no thank you' not sinking in, when I heard a low, commanding sexy voice behind me: "Take your hands off of my property!"
I turned and saw you standing there behind me, looking the stranger in the eyes, her shaking in her boots from the gaze of your powerful, beautiful eyes.
A shiver of excitement and arousal ran down my spine.
The stranger left defeated. You put your arms around my waist and whispered in my ear: "Can I have this dance?" I nodded.
You led me to the dance floor, they were playing a slow song and we started swaying to it... so very close to each other...

Your leather-clad legs were rubbing my bare skin, since I only had a short skirt on... "Dress sexy" you had said to me on the phone... so I did, left my panties home too. With our eyes closed, both sets of hands had started to roam each other's bodies, slowly at first, then with more intent, mapping the familiar territory.
I felt pooling between my legs and if we were to keep this up, soon I'd be making a pool on the floor too...
Your thigh found its way between my legs and touched my wet, throbbing clit. It made me twitch slightly and open my eyes. As I looked into your eyes, I could see the fire and desire in them and I knew, we wouldn't make it to the hotel room... not before the first round anyway...

I licked my lips and that was all the invitation you needed as your lips found mine in a passionate kiss. Your hands found their way from behind, under the hem of my skirt... squeezing and parting the cheeks... made the contact on your thigh more intense, more precise... Our lip lock was broken, because the contact made me loose control and throw my head back.
Your mouth on my neck now... nibbling it lightly... small kisses and licks along the way down to the neckline of my blouse... I felt my nipples straining against the thin and tight material of it.

I was riding up and down your thigh in a more faster tempo now... Your hands on letting go of their former targets in search of new ones... The other one upwards towards the perky nodule waiting for attention, the other hand downward... to a softer, hotter place...Squeezing and twisting the nipple, made me drench your other hand, which was busily stroking my very slick folds...
You let our a small laugh, but never stopping continued... slipping a finger inside...after a while another... upping the tempo... until I felt the release starting... all the way from my hair line down to my toes...

I latched onto you tightly and shook there for a while, when wave after wave hit me... Good thing the dance floor was very dimly light, not that I minded an audience at this point... couldn't care less if someone saw us, but I preferred just you and I. After the final wave had subsided you kissed me gently and whispered into my ear: "Honey, as much as I enjoy a public display... lets go to our room."
So we left... for the second round...



© g. roswall
email:
gunilla.roswall@kolumbus.fi
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