Our hands go over each other’s bodies with lustful abandon. Her nails scratch across my back and she whispers, “O God, this feels so good.”
I start my way down again. After that first deep kiss I focus my attention on her neck again. We stare at each other for a while until the spell is broken by the hostess, asking us if we want anything else to drink. “Please stop,” she squeals. The dim light coming from the nightstand makes her look even more beautiful. You must be far off.”
“I’m in a hotel, close by.”
It was six in the evening and I had just finish work and was looking for a place to eat. She starts puling at my underwear, stops the kiss and in between shallow breaths she says, “take….it…..off.” I do, and for the first time in years, we are completely naked again.
