You walk me home from the bar. It is a very chilly night here in Florida. The wind off the Gulf makes me shiver or maybe my shiver is due to being so aroused by you.
You are my kind of guy. Smart, sweet, seductive eyes, charming smile, wicked laugh. The night started out as “girls’ night out.” I saw you at the bar. There was an instant attraction on my part. I don’t think you noticed me at all. There were so many pretty girls there.
I gave away my beer, so I had an excuse to go the bar. I weaved my way through the crowd of people until I was standing right next to you at the bar. We started talking, laughing at each other’s jokes and finally a kiss. I asked if you wouldn’t mind walking me home. You said that you have a car, but I point to my building which is not far from the bar.
Tonight, the wind has picked up and the temperature has dropped. I own over twenty bikinis, but I don’t own a pair of gloves despite chilly nights. I place my hands in your coat pocket and you snuggle me into you. I tingle all over.
We get to my building and I invite you upstairs. You seem to hesitate. I want you and I want you to know it. I touch your face and you tease me about having cold hands. You lean down and kiss me. I kiss you back. Kiss you hard. Kisses so hard that I forget to breathe. I tease you back that I have cold hands but a warm heart.
The elevator door opens and I pull into the elevator with me. You slide your hand up my dress and slip a finger into my pussy until the elevator stops on my floor. We make out like crazy in the elevator.
You whisper in my ear that you are going to take me to my bed, get me naked and fuck that wet pussy of mine all night long. You bring those wet fingers to my lips and rub them on my lips. I lick the taste of my own sweet juice off my lips.
It ends up being an incredible night of passionate, crazy sex!
Tara
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