She told me to step back and she took off my shirt, and with purpose, pushed me back on the bed. Straddling me, she grabbed my wrists and put my hand... above my head. I could feel her hot pussy on my stomach. Her tuft of hair lightly brushed me as she began to rub herself slowly up and down my six pack. We began kissing. Her lips still sweet of her drinks earlier. She slid down me. Still holding my hands above my head she kissed and gently bit on my neck. I could feel my cock pressing hard up. And we start chatting… My eyes were just rolling down from her face to her boobs… She noticed that very well. She asks again… What you staring at now. Without replying to her I kissed her on her lips. Sucked her lips for about a min… And yes… She responded to it nicely…She started to bite my lips… It was getting hotter and hotter… I held her by her waist… Pulled more closer to me. She hugged my tightly. I did d same…Now I started to bite her ear lobes… She started to moan… Now my hands started. . [Author's Interlude]That story was certainly accurate.Events occurred just as described.It was short, and to the point!But perhaps it was a bit TOO short, and thus not much of a story.So much more can be told, far more than just the events of the day.The key to any story can be found in the details.....And I may have forgotten to mention one small detail.It happened months ago, thus the reference to 65 days.Let's replay those past few paragraphs -- but with many more detailsadded to the. I watched those enviable creases caressing swaying hips, accentuated by the rotation of perky buttocks over her sculptured thighs and heel-defined calves. Then all too soon, that beastly mortal crowd devoured her tantalizing beauty but her image - etched deeply - in my mind's eye, lingered on.In an ongoing vision, I saw her enter an up-scale building. A smartly uniformed doorman smiling courteously, saluted her after opening the door. She entered the elevator nodding back at him with a friendly.