This one was not a quick peck. It was a long, gentle but passionate, mutual kiss. This was the most pleassure I had felt up to that point in my life... I stepped back, smiled at her and just stared at her beauty for a few seconds. I led her to the bed where we slipped off our shoes and climbed onto the bed. After a few more minutes of kissing, we helped each other out of our tops. Both naked to the waist, we spent another few minutes kissing and fondling each other. There was not much. There were some who had found him unattractive, had made him feel so low about himself. No, he wasn’t perfect, nor was he a Brat Pitt. In a way, that made him even more desirable than any movie star, any Joe Blow tall, dark, and handsome. he was so god-damned beautiful. She adored the way his bangs swept down into eyes that varied from compassion to darkly intense. She loved the way he’d toss it back with just the mere shake of the head and comb of the fingers. Mostly she loved his eloquence.. I went to manage a shelter for traumatized and homeless families that had been established in a school, working in an improvised office in a corner of the school library, snatching sleep on a camp-bed beside my desk and making equally snatched visits back to my fortunately undamaged home to see if it was holding up to the aftershocks, to check email, and to have the nearest thing possible to a shower in comfort and privacy. At some stage, I vaguely remembered, a TV camera had been thrust at me. When he resurfaced, my bikini bottoms were in his teeth. He reached up and placed them on the jetty, his other hand pushing my legs apart. I placed my arms around his shoulders and held him close to me as his hands found their way to my clit. He caressed the area slowly, and my legs weakened whenever he hit the spot. I was relying on him to hold me up in these moments, kissing him whenever he found it. He kissed me back passionately, then released my breasts from my bikini, sucking and licking.