I breathe in your smell as we pass in the corridor.
You scent is dark and rich, like heavy chocolate and red wine. In the
elevator, I admire the cut of your clothes, the way your broad shoulders
fill the suit with purpose.
You let your eyes linger across my breasts, and your eyes betray your thoughts. You think of sweat, and groans, and silken wetness in a room filled with smoky twilight.
I eat fruit salad and think of you, my tongue swirling around pieces of dripping watermelon, my cheeks caressing mango chunks, my teeth feeling the pertness of small grapes. Beneath constricting pantyhose, I feel my lips part with anticipation.
A drop of juice dribbles down my chin as a drop of juice makes contact with my panties.
You ask me for a drink, and you drink in the sight of me, sensuous in red silk and smiling from the corner of my mouth. Your hand rests on my knee as you listen intently, and you move it higher after the next glass of white wine.
I kiss you first, in the taxi on the way home. I taste malt on your lips, from the beer, and the unmistakeable flavour of lust. I probe with my tongue, I trail it down the left side of your tongue. I feel the warmth of your mouth.
You reach under and grasp my buttock, filling your hand with my soft flesh, your fingers inching into my crevice so that the tips rest against my panties, wet now with anticipation. You rest the tip of your finger against my anus, through the material. You kiss my neck, and enjoy the goose bumps.
I invite you in, and mischievously offer coffee. I give in easily when you ignore me and sweep me into an extravagant embrace. I feel like a rogue princess when you brush the straps of my dress down and burrow to my breast. I feel my nipple harden in your mouth. I hold your head as you feed.
You push me onto the kitchen table and push up my dress, splaying my legs to your view. Your eyes are fiery, eager to possess and devour. Your fingers drag my panties to the side and your tongue is wet against my wetness...
Want to read the rest of this story?
You'll find it, and many more exclusive stories at For The Girls.
All the erotic fiction at For The Girls has been written specifically for women. The stories feature female protagonists, and the focus is on HER orgasm, and her fantasies.
Enjoy the best selection of well-written erotic fiction and sexual fantasies at For The Girls. A huge archive of sexy reading to suit every taste.