up against the window

After a night of laughter and rounds of your favorite drinks, we make our way back to your apartment. I kick the door behind you as you drag me by the hand to your room and begin to close the windows and curtains.

You’ve been saying how nice of a night you’ve had and how it feels so good to have someone to talk to that understands life as you do, and it’s nice to connect with someone like that.

I don’t leave much more time for talking as we’ve been doing that for hours. I’ve been watching your lips speak, thinking about how much I want to kiss them. I come up behind and press myself against you, giving you a little fright, but I see you smile from over your shoulder.

I run my hand up your front and find the bottom of your bra through your shirt. I run my hand along the bottom a couple of times and slip a couple of fingers behind it. I flick your nipple gently while the other rubs the inside of your thigh. Your jeans are a little warm around your panty line, and the more I rub, the more I can feel you getting warmer. You start to grind your ass against me slightly, but not enough to give away how turned on you already are.

Your blue jeans are tight. They show off your curves so nicely. You only dress modestly, but I can tell you have a killer body underneath. Your white loose-fit crop top billows softly in the breeze and teases your amazing figure. You turn around and give up on the curtains, for now, having only just had enough time to shut the window. I push you up, so your ass rests on the window sill. I press up against you with one hand holding up a leg to wrap around me. I hold your face and kiss your neck with little pecks up until your ear, where I nibble slightly with my lips. My warm hand rests on the other side of your neck, my thumb running softly down your throat. I run my hand down the center of your chest and then cheekily pull at your low collar so I can peek at your breasts a little. You exhale suddenly and breathe in deep. I can tell you’re turned on now and not afraid to show it.

I begin to press my hand firmly against your panties through your jeans as we kiss passionately. You forget to breathe as we make out and you pull away from my face to catch your breath as I begin to hit the right spots down below. You push away from me a little and undo your jeans; you can’t handle them being in the way. Your hands shake a little as they try to tackle the buttons too quickly. I put my hands over the top of yours and gently take over, slowing things down a little again. They drop to the ground, and my hand begins to feel your warming pussy through your tiny, basic-but-cute red panties. Still kissing you, I caress your clit, and press my middle fingers, firmer, in a side to side motion. Your body begins to sway with the movement.