I stood in his opposite, took his both hands, and kept it on my head to let him know where I’m exactly standing. I indicated I am standing in front ...f him to fulfil his touch and feel request.He just moved forward an inch and started to caress my head and he inserted his hands into my hair and caressed them all over and measured the length of my free falling hair, and he moved his hands to my forehead. His action felt like a blind person touching statue and feeling it. He is really enjoying the. There is an immediate visceral attraction between us. We don't immediately succumb to it, however. We're both smart willful people and the control we have to exert makes the anticipation of what we both know is inevitable that much sweeter. We engage in that kind of masked erotic fencing people do in that kind of situation; looking at each other over the rims of our glasses, both getting somewhat buzzed, slowly losing the few inhibitions we started out with.Finally we move to the dance floor,. I arrived home from work later than normal, as I had been doing all week. I found her in my easy chair, I sat at the end of the sofa. ‘Jeff,’ she said softly, ‘you’ve been different this week. Is there something going on I should know about?’ I said nothing. She took my hand and squeezed it, I allowed it, loving the feel of her skin more than I hated what I knew. ‘Have I done something?’ she probed. I sighed, a deep, shuddering hurt. The fight was gone, I could no longer hate, nor could I hide.. She thinks I wouldn't want a girl like her? Boy was she wrong. All I want is her, only her. Her eyes lift to mine, searching for something. I watch as her teeth scrape across her bottom lip, nervously. Anticipation building up within me, a growl emerges somewhere deep in my throat and next thing I know I am delicately pressing my lips to hers. At first it's sweet and slow, but escalates to fierce passion. An explosion of heat and desire wash over me. My cock grows harder, needy, in my pants..