I kneel before you and kiss your breasts one by one, tease the nipples and feel them stiffen. You grasp the back of my head and tease my neck with you... fingertips. The sounds you emit are so appealing and wanting and I know we are on a spur. I feel the urge below and you move your hand to touch me there as you continue to deep kiss me. I feel my head swimming in ecstasy as you begin to close your fingers around the growing swell in my jeans. You sigh deeply and I know I am on a promise. I want. "."Yeah, she lives around the corner, and you should see the dipshit husband she has. Go figure. He must be good in bed or something, he sure isn't rich. Actually he looks like a guy I knew from high school, except younger." Another pause, longer this time, while I thought of that guy."What are you thinking about?" Oh that guy I knew from high school." Good friend?"I hesistated, trying to decide how much of the story I was going to tell. I figured that I could tell Mike anything. "Guy's. But no, we did not have to talk either, because our eyes connected and they said it all, silently but without question.I do not know if it was her, me or both, but soon the distance between her body and mine was shortened and I feared that she could hear the heart thudding in my chest. Her hand settled on my cheek gently – and maybe with some fear, as if my skin were as fragile as an insect’s wing – and she stroked it lightly. I looked to hand, then heard her sigh before she closed the. His office is about 7-8 minutes from my apartment, but probably double that during rush hour, so when I got his email, "headed your way", I prepared for a very long 20 minutes of anticipation. I paced the apartment back and forth, constantly checking the peep hole and occasionally stroking my flaccid cock, reminding myself that it was almost game time. Finally a soft knock, and I could already feel myself responding. I opened the door and he walked in, typical attire of jeans and tshirt. He.