I remember watching her.I remember watching her.....the way she moved. Her skirt gently folding to the crease of her ass. Her legs tight from the spikes she wore...the fish nets accenting her calves with a spider web of shadow. As I stood there memorized the world passed me by...lost in my vision of lust..I could almost feel her warmth...smell her sweetness. Her shoulders rocking...and barely a hint of her generous bosom when she moved just right. She must have felt my eyes upon her for she turned and looked straight at me. Fastened...my vision caught with her own. I smiled and she winked with just a hint of a smile...my eyes moved down taking in her high lights...letting her know what was on my mind. Her long dark hair floating from around her face...those ruby red lips slightly parted showing a hint of white from within...eyes the color of grass on a warm spring hillside. She stood staring...the tight leather skirt and top suggesting what lay beneath. Long thin arms to match her legs...nails red as her lips long and wicket. Wishing I could experience her just once...for a lifetime. I felt myself stiffen as my mind wondered...oh how I wanted to feel her. To know her flavor the taste of her body. The sweet essence of her passion....my cock hard...my palms sweating...I moved toward her. She stood her ground looking to my crotch..as I moved..I knew she wanted me too. I reached out my hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of my index finger...moving a strand of hair from her eyes. She looked deep into my eyes searching..I too searched. She put her hand to my chest and slid her fingers through my shirt..feeling the hair and muscle hidden there. I could see her nipples rise through the leather of her top..breasts growing firm and erect. I took her hand and lead her to the privacy of my apartment. She followed willingly...knowing what lay in store. We just got through the door and could hold back any longer. |