A T-Girl Romantic Interlude

Dusk has drifted to dark and lights wink at us from below along the cobble stone street, while they hide us in the shadows above. The night sky a ceiling studded with sparkling pinpoints of light as if the heavens smile approvingly upon us. Across the street and slightly up hill from our love nest is another where the occupants could step out onto their own veranda and perhaps observe us, but lost in our passion we are oblivious to this possibility.

I move slowly, each kiss and caress lingering, doing everything in my power to make this moment last an eternity. I play your body like some mad violinist pulling the bow ever so slowly across the strings of his Stradivarius, for what a Stradivarius is to music, your body is to my pleasure.

I kiss my way around your breasts, kissing each part but always avoiding the hard nipples that call out to me. My lips touch the edges of your areole which are crinkled in frustration from wanting the warmth of my mouth. Your breath is coming quicker as I build your anticipation of my warm, wet, suckling mouth covering your hard nipple. I build and work with the easy confidence of an old world stone mason, as he builds a wall around his love, but even my resistance is washing away as your sea of lust engulfs my sand castle resolve. I can no longer stand the waiting and just as I'm about to cover your nipple of my own accord your hand finds the back of my head. Holding me steady a slight turn of your torso slips your eager nipple into my mouth, a mouth which betrays me by sucking upon it, the tip of my tongue flickering across the tip of your nipple as the suction draws it deeper into my warmth. We both moan as the first of many sexual desires is satisfied.

I encircle your breast in both of my hands as I work upon its delighted nipple, but soon the other nipple is jealous and your hands encourage me to share equally between the two. I move from nipple to nipple, an eager bee working to gather honey as it labors at something it loves. Your breath is coming quicker now, keeping pace with the rhythms I'm playing on your body.